My unconventional, spirit-led healing after my narcissistic mother was gone.
About Carole
Founder & Creator of The Weight of Belief
Author of The Conversations We Never Had
I didn’t realize I was abused until I was 53 years old
And even then, I barely believed it because I didn’t want to believe it.
After my narcissistic mother was no longer in my life—first by no contact, then physically after her death—I finally had the space to begin healing. I started to examine the truths I was taught to avoid. What I uncovered changed everything I believed about love, safety, family, and who I was allowed to be. Most of it was a shock.
I was the dutiful daughter. The strong one. The peacemaker. The high-functioning shell of a woman who’d spent a lifetime shapeshifting and self-erasing for survival, but didn’t know what it meant to feel free or to feel agency.
It wasn’t until my mean narcissistic mother was gone that everything began to painfully surface. The truths I’d buried started to rise and the layers I hadn’t dared to explore burst into view. The story I’d built my entire life around out of fear and out of survival began to collapse under the weight of everything I could no longer avoid.
Not because her death brought peace, but because it left behind a war zone no one else could see. My inner landscape was scorched earth. And my nervous system was still bracing and flinching for the next explosion, even in the silence.
That collapse is what led me here
And eventually, so did the questions no therapist could answer.
For two years, I dealt with strange grief. I journaled in the middle of the night when bad memories surfaced. I researched. I worked with a great therapist.
But the ache of WHY never lifted.
The questions only deepened. Why did she do what she did? Why did I spend decades drowning in shame, chasing her approval, fearing her wrath, worshipping her, and losing myself?
The answers weren’t here. I knew I had to go to the other side.
So I did something most people would never consider: I worked with a professional psychic medium to channel my deceased mother’s spirit multiple times. Not to reconnect, but to finally understand.
What I received exposed the lies I was raised on.
It gave me what I needed most: the understanding that allowed me to let go and move forward. To heal. To feel hope for my future.
I finally began reclaiming the future I was never allowed to imagine.
What unfolded in those sessions became The Conversations We Never Had. It changed everything I thought I knew about love, family, trauma, and myself.
I firmly believed insight from the other side would be the missing link to my healing—and it turns out I was right.
Photo below: screenshot from a channeling session with my professional psychic medium.
Some people arrive here because their narcissistic mother has died
Others arrive because they’ve gone no contact or were pushed out.
Either way, she’s gone. And now you’re left with the fallout.
The confusing grief still comes. The questions still echo. And the need to reclaim yourself never goes away.
This is what The Weight of Belief is about.
Not just healing from maternal narcissistic abuse—but rising from the aftermath of it.
Rebuilding from the inside out.
And learning to trust that the life you want—the real, honest, safe one—starts with you.
I’m not a therapist
I’m a daughter who finally woke up.
A woman who couldn’t find what she needed in the books or the therapist’s office or the online spaces.
I wanted more than survival. I wanted more than validation. I wanted selfhood, sovereignty, and truth.
So I created The Weight of Belief to share the path I forged in the aftermath of it all—the grief, the silence, the collapse, and the stunning self-reconstruction that followed.
If you’re here, I trust you’re ready, too.
I don’t have all the answers, but I do know this: you deserve better.
And if you’re ready to start reconstructing the life you were meant to have—I’m right here as your springboard.
Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.
[The authority I claim regarding maternal narcissistic abuse is my own lived experience. Emotional, verbal, psychological, physical, financial abuse defined my upbringing. I don’t have experience healing from a narcissistic partner. And I didn’t begin healing while my mother was still alive—that wasn’t possible for me. I found therapy very helpful.]
A little more about me
When I’m not creating content for The Weight of Belief, you’ll find me enjoying great food and wine, soaking in the exciting rhythm of airports or plane spotting, savoring my love of first-class air travel, and sailing on my favorite small-ship, boutique cruise line.
I love interior design, fashion, and great champagne.
I’ve always been a deep thinker and a seeker—of answers, of deeper meanings, of healing. I love reading.
I’m a wife, mom, and grandmother living in Ohio with my husband of 37 years and our special-needs Yorkie, Murray.
Life isn’t perfect and neither am I, but I’m here thriving in a way I never, ever, ever imagined!
I’m living proof that healing after maternal narcissistic abuse is possible when you know the truth and reconstruct your identity from the inside out.
Your friend in self-reconstruction,
Carole
