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Frances
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"She was made mostly of coffee and empty spaces."

✍️ Indie Author
🔮 Tarot & Oracle Reader
🌙 Lover of the Moon
♉️ 🌞, ♉️ 🌙, ♏️ rising

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I am OFFICIALLY a published author and poet 🖤
My book is available on Kindle, as well as Amazon for the paperback and hardback version🖤

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Unable to sleep I pace my bedroom, stopping to stare out of my window at the glowing orb in the sky. "Ah....," I think, "I'm filled with lunacy."
January 30, 2026 at 9:40 AM
Surviving The Narcissist is now available on Amazon, Kindle and Kindle Unlimited 🖤

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January 24, 2026 at 6:50 AM
January 13, 2026 at 5:29 PM
An excerpt from my poetry Book, Strings of Fate. Available now on Amazon, Kindle, KU and Kobo.

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January 12, 2026 at 9:59 PM
"How lucky am I to be destined for you in this demented and untamed life."

An excerpt from my poetry Book, Strings of Fate. Available now on Amazon, Kindle, KU and Kobo.

#stringsoffate #fate #destiny #love #soulmate #soulmates #pastlives #author #indieauthor
January 12, 2026 at 4:48 PM
you are not defined by what was done to you, nor how you chose to survive it.

- Surviving The Narcissist
January 12, 2026 at 2:26 AM
I wrote this book, not just for myself, but also for you. For the nights that you cry quietly to yourself, for the mornings that you desperately wonder how to go on, for the moments that you begin to truly doubt your worth.

- Surviving The Narcissist
January 12, 2026 at 2:25 AM
An excerpt from my poetry Book, Strings of Fate. Available now on Amazon, Kindle, KU and Kobo.

#love #soulmates #poetry #poet #indieauthor
January 11, 2026 at 7:28 PM
I write it not because I believe my story is unique, but because I believe it will be familiar in the places you thought you were alone. I

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Not one person should have to walk through it alone, believing that they are the only one who has ever bled out into the opposing darkness.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Despite popular belief, healing is not a sunrise nor is it a walk in the metaphorical park. It is a storm that I am still slugging through, day after day, barefoot and bleeding, praying that somehow, someway, I wil never again forget how to find the light

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:08 PM
cruelty cannot be tamed by kindness.

Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:07 PM
I tried to wear my grace like an armor, and forgiveness like a necklace, in the hopes that if I truly loved hard enough, if I forced myself to sacrifice enough, if I gave in and stayed soft enough, then things would change.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:07 PM
I was the kind of young girl who would purposely touch the burner of a stove even after being warned it was hot, not out of rebellion, but out of a mixture of hope and curiosity that maybe this time, the heat wouldn’t hurt.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:06 PM
The harshest truths and hardest lessons that I’ve learned were not simply gifted to me, they were carved. Each one, roughly etched into the curvature of my spine over the years, one painful lesson at a time.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:06 PM
Whatever it was that led me to live the existence of an oppressed spouse, an almost-self, a shivering shadow playing house with a woman who wore cruelty like perfume… I may never fully know.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:02 PM
It was that haunting kind of quiet that could make anyone mistake a storm for a song.

-Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:02 PM
Perhaps it was even deeper than anyone could have fathomed. Perhaps it was the war I fought in silence; between my faith and my desires, between my sexuality and my spirituality, between my upbringing and my truth

Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 1:01 PM
I walked straight into it because I had not yet learned how to recognize the face of a true devil.

Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:59 PM
People always want a reason. It’s almost as if abuse, itself, needs their explicit permission to even exist to begin with. As if cruelty only had the means to seek out the broken, the abandoned, the unworthy.

Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:58 PM
I didn’t fall into love, not really. I was caught in it. Trapped and ensnared by the many hopes of what should have been. Netted by her oily charm, reeled in by the make-believe fantasies that she constructed, then waterboarded by rules that I had never agreed to.
January 11, 2026 at 12:56 PM
0She didn’t scream at first, you know. Instead, she whispered. She smiled. She praised me just enough to keep me tethered, to keep me under her thumb and in her control.

- Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:54 PM
...slowly… strategically, all that was left of my self-love was a bitter and dried out husk.

- Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:51 PM
The kind of love where silence meant peace and comfort, not anger and punishment. Where touch would mean connection and safety, not control and fear. A love that felt like finally coming home…

- Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:49 PM
I desired a partner who would feel like fate, as though the Universe aligned simply to bring the two of us together. A partner who’d look at me as though I was made of stardust, dreams and truth.

- Surviving The Narcissit by Frances Woodard
January 11, 2026 at 12:48 PM