Natasha Hewlett Mann

People talk about strength like it’s loud. Like it’s standing up and shouting “I’m done!” or slamming the door behind you. But sometimes, strength is quiet. It’s tears soaking your pillow at 2 a.m. It’s driving away with shaking hands. It’s choosing peace even when your heart is still breaking. When I finally walked away, it wasn’t because I stopped loving him. It was because I started loving me. I mourned everything , not just the man, but the dream I thought I was building. The family I...

It’s Survival. It’s Strategy. It’s Choosing Peace Over Petty. Let’s be real. When you’re co-parenting with a narcissist, you’re not...

There was a time when I wore silence like armor. When I bit my tongue so much it bled. Not just in relationships, but in life. I shrank...