Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Vast Concourse of Narcissism

I remember walking through the concourse at Grand Central Station in NYC as a teenager thinking there's no room in the world for me. Now I realize that my parents narcissism filled my psyche to overflowing and I was choking. Among other things I had undiagnosed asthma and I couldn't breathe. But their malignant pathological narcissism was why I couldn't envision space for myself in the world.