Thursday, July 2, 2020

Thank You For Your Cooperation

Though my drunken mishaps may get me in trouble sometimes, they solved a problem I've had since January. 'Big Brother' is no longer watching and I appreciate that, so thanks for your cooperation. I'm glad me drinking too much, not the fact that I've written 10 blog posts asking you to stop, got through. 

It's lifted a small weight off of my shoulders (yay).

This week, I got a minor distraction from my life and sadness from excitement on my balcony. It's been the most exhilarating thing that's happened this entire quarantine.

I have a baby bird! 



Being I'm terrified of birds, it's only natural the pigeon decided my home would also be a great place to raise its baby.

I've been waiting for this thing to hatch for over three weeks. Yes, it looks like a piece of raw chicken but she's so so cute! She even tries to stand up and flap her wings. And she can't yet so it's that much more adorable. 


They say they baby pigeons will stay in the nest for about a month before they leave so I am super excited to see it learn how to walk and fly. My mom said they usually don't lay eggs near humans and I'm one of the lucky ones to have gotten them on my balcony. Sure, lucky. Not terrifying at all. My dad insists the bird is a narcissist because apparently, I attract them. THANKS PARENTS.


Baby Bird's parents are often here sitting on her. Her mom is named Go Away, and don't respond to her name, but baby bird's dad occasionally comes and he's scared of me to peaces out when I ask him. 

So in conclusion, I have a baby bird that distracted me from writing a depressing post this week and 'big brother' stopped looking at me. What a week! 

XO,
Lynette 





Thursday, June 25, 2020

Life's Better In Yoga Pants...The Book



Exactly 365 days later I've never felt further away from myself or devastated than I have in my entire life.

I've always loved the name of my blog and wanted to turn it into a book, I just wasn't exactly sure what it would be about. In 2012-ish I started it as a wellness and fitness blog, posting recipes, my training updates, favorite workouts, and even ways to de-stress. 

I  made a comment, just over a year ago, that I wanted to turn my blog into a book and someone rolled their eyes at the idea of the blog name and the content. Thanks for the ammo. 

Though I still have some work to do it on, I'm excited to say that Life's Better In Yoga Pants...the book is just over 1/3 done. 

Head over to www.LynetteNicoleWriter.com and follow my author page on Instagram to stay in the loop with book-only related updates. 

If I can help at least one girl avoid, get out of, or overcome NPD/BPD abuse, then my goal was accomplished. If I can help myself overcome what I endured, then I can retire. 

Here's a sneak peek:

Never did I, a strong, independent, take-no-shit, opinionated girl think I’d become the victim of narcissistic and borderline abuse. Except...it’s 2020 and anything goes. 

Life’s Better In Yoga Pants, derived from the blog of the same name, takes young adults (or older adults!) on a humorous journey through life as a 20 something girl trying to figure it all out. Beginning the summer after college graduation and taking you through internships, getting fired, doing drugs while training for a marathon, starting side hustles, writing a blog, meeting the person who’d destroy who she was, a suicide attempt, and quarantine.

Every chapter culminates with a take-away lesson, touching on, perhaps, how to not make the mistakes that I did.

Written as a two-fold, Life’s Better In Yoga Pants is a funny recollection of my 20s, paired with how an amazing human can become a shell of her old self in a matter of minutes. Nothing is funny about abuse, but if you experienced something like I did, chances are you didn’t even know you were being abused.

You might laugh, you might cry, you might feel rage - or all 3!

But don’t forget, Life’s Better In Yoga Pants. So pull ‘em on, grab your wine (you’ll need it), and settle into your reading nook. 


XO,
Lynette

Monday, June 22, 2020

Recovery Isn't Linear


The past year feels like 12 rolled into one. 

It's been an entire year since I learned about NPD. Almost two since BPD. We have been in the middle of a pandemic for over three months. And I mostly hated myself the entire past 365+4 days. 

[Me, just over a year ago]

This year was nothing short of horrific, disturbing, heartbreaking, educational, and traumatizing. 


I still don't have the right words to describe my emotions. But give me a few of these frozen to-go drinks and a bottle of wine and you just may get to hear all of my feelings (and if you're lucky, I may throw in a free Insta-like on a photo I definitely wasn't supposed to like). Seriously restaurants, let's cool it with these heavy pours. 


Currently, I still read a lot of Pinterest quotes and message boards. Sometimes they're the only things that make sense to my brain. Though it's hard to read that people still deal with the effects of this 20 years down the line, it is helpful to read that I am not the only one who has had to experience this because one of the most consistent feelings is the lonely feeling like no one has ever been through something like this. Because it's not a physical issue. 

You already know what has happened and transpired the past year but if you're new here, love of life -> gaslighted, cheated on, destroyed me -> moved in with and married (fact?) the love of his life -> he treats her like she's a human -> I got stuck trying to put my life back together, while simultaneously trying to end it. 


I never knew there were people in the world who would do something like this to others, who are unable to communicate like an adult despite being an adult, and literally judge the crap out of you for no reason except to make themselves feel better. I try to work on seeing the good in people which apparently gives me some serious rose-colored glasses. Which is ironic because everyone knows how much I need my glasses to see clearly. 

The effects of gaslighting, cheating, lying, confusion, all of the other BPD/NPD buzzwords, are no joke. Fortunately, I wasn't formally diagnosed with C-PTSD but I can assure you all of the symptoms were there. Depression is a beast I had never experienced before. Trying to end my life? 30 years of living and never a thought until January. 

Signs of cluster B abuse are subtle. You get put through serious ups and downs that end up fucking with your head. A riddle for you: If at 9 AM we are breaking up and not good for each other but at 12 PM we are going back to my favorite vacation spot in a few YEARS (implication of a future), which one is it? Which do you believe? There's a reason that it's called crazy-making.  


In addition to the scientific stuff I learned, and that the girl that I was cheated on with is essentially my twin which will never not be creepy, I learned other things. 

Like if or how many one night stands a girl may have had has 0 reflection on the goodness in her. As long as she didn't cheat on you or betray your trust, it should have 0 effect on how thoughtful, caring, kind, strong, generous, loving, etc. that she is. Oh and if she doesn't want to talk about it? She has the right to not to and you respect that. 

That reaching out to friends for help is OK even when you don't want to. Or think you don't need to.

That people can pretend for way longer than you realize. I can barely tell a small white lie without my nose flaring out giving me away, some people can pretend that are or want something else for so long. 

Trying to hide your emotions make recovery longer and harder in the long run. But long runs can help clear your head. No, I haven't lost my sense of humor. 

If someone in a relationship starts randomly accusing you of something, especially if they are NPD/BPD, chances are they are telling you what they are doing. Which means this last situation may not have been the first time he cheated on me (Chicago? Europe?). 

Find outlets to channel your depression and anger. I finally decided to write my book and it's been the most therapeutic thing. Except for realizing there's just not enough pages to document the traumatization I went through. Based on preliminary feedback, it sounds like this book may help a lot of young girls and I hope I have a positive impact on at least one person's life. 

If someone is insistent that they are a piece of shit, just believe them. Don't try to convince them otherwise. Even if you at the time didn't think they were a piece of shit and don't understand why someone could think that of themselves. 

Make a list of the things that make you interesting, that make you you. Especially the things that were taken from you. You have to be your own cheerleader and remind yourself that you are strong, funny, kind, thoughtful, caring, smart, and capable of so many things. 

You're allowed to have hobbies and goals at any age. You are allowed to wake up early and run on Saturday mornings and want to beat your times in races. You can start as many Pilates series as you want. Dreams propel us forward.

Walking on eggshells is not a quality way of life. I can't tell you how many texts I sent to friends trying to figure out what to say because god forbid I said the wrong thing and it sent off a chain of events. And no I didn't realize that's what was happening. I thought I was being mindful and respectful of another person. 

And most of all, that recovery isn't linear. It's something my therapist has been saying for a year. There are going to be huge ups and downs. Some days or weeks I'll be on top of the world, and other days I'm depressed as shit. 


In addition to my hope that one day I'll get to live my life as carefree as he (they) are, I hope that one day he'll realize the damage he did, but that requires working on one's self and unfortunately, those with NPD/BPD, lack empathy and think they do no harm, nothing is ever their fault. 

Which is how people like me end up thinking it was their fault but it never was. None of this was my doing and how someone treated me was a reflection of what they think of themselves. 

I'm glad she gets the best of him. I'm glad she doesn't know what I got put through and the truth about what happened. I don't know how I'd react if I was in that position. I do know that looking at my Instagram stories won't do her any good though. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you got my life and go enjoy it. I'm just trying to heal, there's nothing to be seen or jealous of. Unless you want to race, and in that case I'm down because my speed is coming back and I'm so excited. 


I'll always wish I got the closure, answers, and conversation that I wanted. After all that time it was the least that I could have gotten. But I never will. I'll never know why the person I chose, the one I wanted to be with forever, chose me to destroy. 

[Me, now]

But, I promised my mother that I'd live, so I am forced to move forward, and as I recover, the spiciness I used to have comes back. Watch out world. 


XO,
Lynette 

Friday, May 29, 2020

Summer In The City



That title reads like this would be a post about brunch, rooftop drinks, balcony BBQs, playing sports in the park, race training, fire pits with friends and weekend jaunts to the Hamptons.

If those things are pseudonyms for getting a sunburn on the roof, a drink everyday because you don't know what day it is, BBQs for one, running a bunch with no race in sight, weekend jaunts between my bedroom, living room and balcony, depression, anger and an occasional friend stopping by then yea, it sounds about right. 


"I've never been worse, thanks for asking"

I worked on a project recently and country singer Kalie Shorr contributed and I have to say, her new album is giving me some life. I said some. Trust me, you still can't get on a call or be with me in person without me being in tears at some point. Though she doesn't sing about NPD and BPD, I imagine that's harder to fit in a song vs a book, most of the album touching on her cheating ex despite other tragedies she's gone through. Twinsies. 

In one specific song, she had two different sets of lyrics that I related to (among lots of the rest of the album.

You hated when my dreams came true
'Cause they were better as just dreams to you
But what you really hated was yourself


and 

But I'm just a mirror reflecting
And you're just an asshole projecting


I was always a girl who dreamed big, had goals, and wanted to check things off that list. Regardless of what bucket they fell into - career, running, writing, Pilates or nutrition, etc. Encountering someone who shit on my goals and thought most of anything I did was dumb was confusing. How do you try new things? How do you learn? Don't you want to achieve great things? I do. To all of the above. I knew I wanted to own a business since I was a teenager. And though said person made it his mission to destroy that too, I'll have you know that I just don't go down like that (minus Jan 3, but that's a story for chapter 14). 

And her second lyric? I fell in love with myself and the horrific things said were just thing bouncing back where they belonged. When NPD and BPD personalities target you, they know you're great. Fuck I know I'm great. I'm smart, caring, thoughtful, strong, opinionated, funny, strong-willed, hard worker, motivated, tenacious, committed, and LOYAL AF. And they mirror that back to you, so you end up falling in love with yourself, and of course, miss the abuse. And truth be told, if I hadn't been seeing my therapist since Sept 2018, and she wasn't involved the entire time, I wouldn't have known that's what it was. I'm a careful listener and once I understand everything, and did tons of research, I realized I was just on the receiving end of the projection. 

I also highly recommend Fight Like a Girl off of her first album. "I'm perfume sweet and whiskey strong. I damn sure ain't no underdog." I mean, damn straight. 

Ironically I just saw that violinist Lindsey Stirling is hosting a string sessions YouTube Live today with singer Gabby Barrett who sings the song, I Hope. I happen to like that one too. 

Whether it's playing or listening to it, it's no secret that music can help us work through things. And some days, that's the only way I make it through. 

[13.1 in the rain, not 3.1 like my fingers suggest]

I've been running with headphones too because after last summer I realized I was OK to do long, solo training runs with them in then race without them and do well. Which is great because I enjoy getting lost in the music on a bad day. 


The hardest part of most of this at this point in time? Homegirl living my best life. With the love of my life in the apartment in the neighborhood we checked out and enjoying everything I had and wanted. At least someone is happy. Quarantine definitely elevates my sadness times 93580475398. I'm looking forward to getting some of my distractions back.

I on the other hand have perfected the fake smile and learned how to say I'm fine without being questioned (I think). 


I'm excited to adventure this weekend and get the eff out of NYC for a few hours. That may mean skipping a long run but with no upcoming races on the horizon, what's there to lose?

Oh and one last thing - if you wouldn't want your man looking at his exes stuff, I think that should be a two-way street and you should stop looking at his exes stuff. When you're married (fact check needed) and living together (fact check needed but I don't think it's needed), it's probably time to stop worrying about how my life got destroyed and enjoy the one you've got. 

XO,
Lynette 

Friday, May 15, 2020

My Party Trick



Did you know that I play the violin? Probably not since it turns out most of my closest friends didn't know. A few of my running teammates and I teamed up to play this wonderful song that I wanted to share with you on this gorgeous Friday. 

Seriously, that's all for today. Just sharing my party trick :)

XO,
Lynette 

Monday, May 11, 2020

This is 31.




If one year ago today you told me I'd be recovering from NBD/BPD abuse, January 3rd, and also be in quarantine for my next birthday I'd most definitely have thought you were losing it.
Apparently, I would have been the one in the wrong. Today is not "just me, you, and Lily." It's you, Lily, and the girl you snuck around with behind my back, who among other eery similarities, is also celebrating a birthday today.


However, I made it through birthday 2011 and I'll make it through birthday 2020.

It's an accomplishment that I'm alive to see this birthday.

I've learned a lot this year about things I never wanted to learn about, that most people never should have to know about.


And as my therapist so nicely put it last week, you're going through a traumatic breakup during a pandemic. What a delightful combo!! HOW FUCKING LUCKY AM I?!!

BUT despite the gaslighting, being cheated on, the straight-up confusion, being used, there were some highlights! I said some, definitely not 31 like I'd normally be able to list out.


Ran a race in Florida and didn't pass out from the heat and humidity...at 7 AM.


Went to Jones Beach Theater for the first time, naturally to see Luke Bryan.


Successfully trained for a marathon through what was one of the hottest NYC summers. Hello lots of 4 AM wake up calls!


Hiked to some ice caves.


Somehow pulled off a 15-min marathon PR and sub 4:30.


Deliriously hosted Friendsgiving for the first time in a few years.


Hosted a fashion week lounge.


Started to get rid of some of the unexplainable weight I had gained.


Took Pilates and PR, and my best friend, to Chicago.

 





Smiled and celebrated running accomplishments that were fought for.

 

Cultivated new friendships that helped propel me forward during this traumatic time.

 


Visited a friend who has become an even better friend, and let me invade her friendships, in St. Croix.


Began getting my speed back in preparation for some goal races.


Did Pilates in a salt room.

Learned how to accept help from others.


Finally got back on my snowboard.


Got my footing back at work.


Bought a plant!


I don't know what the next year holds for me. The goal right now is to get out of quarantine alive, and perhaps do some of the homework assignments my therapist assigns. I am so lucky to have the support system I have (friends, family, and strangers) who have been so patient and understanding.


For today, on my 31st birthday, I'll fight back the pain and tears while I sit in quarantine alone, with my Jack Honey and lemonade and rainbow cookie cake. Maybe one day I'll feel better, maybe I won't. Only time will tell. This year is a complete 180 from anything I could have ever imagined and I'm just taking life day by day.

XO,
Lynette

Monday, May 4, 2020

Why Is Someone’s Misery the Source of Your Comedy?


[Book writing tools]

I'm still in the portion of book writing where I am just putting everything down before editing. Though I try to revise as I go, same as with writing a press release, it's better to get it all down then read it again later with fresh eyes. And of course, have someone else do the same to catch the little things you missed.


Two weekends ago I finished another chapter and started the next, which is when the title of this post appeared on my page (by appeared I mean I wrote it when I was on a roll and my fingers were just going): Why Is Someone’s Misery the Source of Your Comedy? 

Seriously, why? 

Though the darker chapters in Life's Better In Yoga Pants are still written in a comedic way, the same way I speak in person or write on this blog, they are my experiences that I am rehashing with a little humor. I'm turning my own pain into something a little funnier that's more relatable when you read it. Because it's a book for the public. Nothing about this is funny when it's just me and my closest friends. 

[Is it naptime or back extension time? Either way, girl is exhausted]

As for my everyday life, when you've already won, got what you wanted, watched someone's life get destroyed, know that I am traumatized, why would someone (or their friends, I give benefits of doubts) make my sadness their personal comedy show? Isn't what you have satisfying enough? Do you both have cocktails while pressing play on the "Haha Cheers to Destroying Her Life" show and giving yourselves a little evening chuckle?


On top of that, being in quarantine like the rest of the world, I'm not doing anything too interesting. 

Except for writing my book. Which I suppose is pretty cool. I've also made a lot of yummy things. Have been crushing my runs (fingers crossed we can self-seed at some post-corona races). Practicing to record few instrumental and instrument/vocal songs. And making sure I speak with my therapist as regularly as my finances allow.

[Delicious coffee cake I had to toss because I can't eat all of that]
[Lol how to tell if someone is a runner]
[Salmon and potatoes from Magnolia V2!]

So yea, on that front, on the exterior, my life looks great. Except we all know that's not true in real life.


We know that a smile and "I'm Fine" can fool a lot of people for a really long time. 

Fuck, I even fooled myself a few times.



But whether it's a group of people, two people or one person, whoever it is, knowing they think what I had to go through, what someone did to me intentionally, the trauma, all of it, is funny? That's almost just as painful and that's not fair. The damage was done, the steak knife is in and there's no reason to include a butter knife too. 


Be and feel lucky to cherish what you got, have, whatever verbiage makes sense here, and let me figure out how to survive this without being entertainment.

XO,
Lynette