Life After the Narcissistic Mother is Gone

Whether she’s six feet under or just blocked on your phone—if she’s no longer in your life and you’re finally ready to reclaim yours—this is where the real work begins.

This space was born from my own reckoning. Not when I went no contact. Not when I first realized she was abusive. But after she died and I worked with a psychic medium to channel the truth.

My healing didn’t begin when the abuse ended. It began when I allowed myself to ask her spirit WHY she abused me and I refused to settle for silence or textbook answers from therapists. That’s when I heard her voice again… but this time, it wasn’t full of rage. It was full of answers to every hard question I threw at her.

Welcome to The Weight of Belief, where I rebuilt my life from the wreckage of her silence,

Carole Murphy, Founder & Creator of The Weight of Belief. Maternal Narcissistic Abuse Survivor.

Therapy didn’t give me the answers I needed. So I channeled my dead mother—and finally got the truth.

Have you ever searched for the answers to the pain that shaped your life?

If you’re still haunted by the question, “Why did she treat me like that?”—you’re not broken. You’re just missing the truth.

After my narcissistic mother died, I explored a path few dare to tread: I channeled her spirit multiple times through a psychic medium. I asked everything therapy couldn’t explain, including the hard questions. What came through shocked me and rewrote everything I thought I knew.

Inside The Conversations We Never Had, you’ll read nine fully transcribed sessions, including messages from my mother’s spirit, my enabler father’s spirit, Jeshua ben Joseph, the Divine Feminine, my soul, and my spirit guides. Their rare revelations gave me clarity, soul-level validation, and the peace I couldn’t find in books, journaling, or trauma recovery work.

These are not lessons. They’re confessions. And even though this story is mine—you will see yourself in it.

Need somewhere simple to start? These free resources will light the way.

Whether your narcissistic mother is gone or you’re still living in her shadow, healing begins the moment you choose you.

I created these powerful free resources to help you take your first step—or your next one.

The work is yours to do and the path is yours to shape, but if my journey can help ignite your own…you are exactly where you need to be.

1. The Booklist That Changed Everything

A curated list of life-altering, spiritual reads that helped me name what happened, reclaim my voice, and believe in my future. Think of it as a soul-level survival kit for daughters of narcissistic mothers. Grab your booklist here.

2. 5 Things No One Tells You About Life After a Narcissistic Mother Dies

Everyone talks about the grief of losing a mother. But no one talks about what it means when she was the one who broke you. This readable, powerful guide reveals the unexpected truths that hit me after my mother’s death—and why my full healing didn’t start until she was gone. Grab your guide here.

3. The Weight of Belief Blog

Every post on this blog was written from the trenches of life after my narcissistic mother died—when the silence got loud, the grief got weird, and the real work began. These writings are raw, spiritual, often rebellious reflections from my journey through healing from maternal narcissistic abuse, The Hollow Passage, and beyond. I didn’t just write about healing. I lived it—while documenting the moments that tore me open and stitched me back together. Visit the blog here.

My Mission

I help daughters of narcissistic mothers reclaim what abuse buried—by sharing the soul-level truths my mother revealed after death. Her spirit awakened something in me I never thought I’d find: the freedom to heal and the power to become who I truly am.

The Framework of TWOB

  • The Weight of Belief Body logo – healing after narcissistic abuse through weight loss and emotional transformation

    TWOB Money

    TWOB Money is where fear of money stops. My narcissistic mother used money to measure worth, withhold safety, and instill shame. For decades, I lived in fear of not having enough—because I was taught I never would be. But now, I’m untangling my nervous system from scarcity and teaching it that money is no longer a threat—it’s a partner. This space isn’t about budgets or spreadsheets. The Currency of Belief: Where Worth & Wealth Finally Align, a channeled series launching January 2026, is where this healing begins. This is the work I couldn’t find anywhere else, so I created it.

  • The Weight of Belief Heart & Mind logo – emotional healing and identity transformation after narcissistic abuse through belief work and mindset shifts

    TWOB Heart & Mind

    TWOB Heart & Mind is where belief meets transformation. This pillar dives into the emotional reckoning that helped me release the version of myself that was built entirely around survival. Healing wasn’t about coping—it was about unlearning, confronting the beliefs and instincts that kept me tethered to my past, and choosing who I wanted to become. This is the space where mindset meets freedom, and self-belief becomes a way of life.

  • The Weight of Belief Soul logo – soul healing and spiritual insight after losing a narcissistic mother

    TWOB Soul

    TWOB Soul is where the veil thins. Some truths can’t be found in this realm—so I went beyond it. After my narcissistic mother died, the pain and unanswered questions only grew louder. So I did something radical: I connected with her spirit through a psychic medium. Those conversations changed everything. But it didn’t stop there—my soul healing deepened as we channeled my father’s spirit, Jeshua ben Joseph, The Divine Feminine, and more. This pillar explores the spiritual revelations that helped me understand my past—and rewrite my future.

  • The Weight of Belief The Hollow Passage logo – the emotional wasteland of confusion, fear, and collapse after a narcissistic mother’s death

    TWOB The Hollow Passage

    The Hollow Passage is the name I gave to the emotional freefall that began after my narcissistic mother died. The grief was confusing, distorted, and laced with rage and strange relief. The silence she left behind didn’t feel peaceful—it felt predatory. I feared she could still reach me from the grave. I couldn’t find a single resource that named what I was experiencing, so I created one. This is the space I needed, but couldn’t find—and now it’s yours.