The Lydias of the World

She’s Dead To Me — Tony Soprano

I was watching my vid that I collaged from various sources: from a Scottish psychotherapist to illustrators on Tumblr. What occasioned this was a first coffee with a friend up the hall in the building, Brenda, we were talking about Lydia the resident narcissist who is smearing a vulnerable resident.

I was reminded of the pain caused not by past ‘family’ and ‘friends’ that were also narcissists but by how I looked at the situation at the time.

I felt then that I didn’t have a choice in how I saw it, I didn’t know about emotional control through rational choices.

The concept I was suffering from and its consequences was: I must do well and win the approval of others or else I am no good.

The rational dispute to this insanity is: Is there any evidence that I’m no good?

The rational response is: There is no evidence at all, I certainly don’t need to be liked and do well, although I highly prefer it at times and with some folks.