About Carole
Founder & Creator of The Weight of Belief
I didn’t realize I was abused until I was 53 years old.
And even then, I barely believed it.
After my narcissistic mother was no longer in my life—first emotionally, then physically—I finally had the space to begin the reckoning I wasn’t ready for until she was gone and to finally face what I’d been conditioned to never examine. A reckoning that tore apart everything I thought I knew about love, safety, family, and myself.
I was the dutiful daughter. The strong one. The peacemaker. The high-functioning shell of a woman who’d spent a lifetime shapeshifting for survival—but didn’t know what it meant to feel free.
It wasn’t until she was gone that the unraveling began.
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? Still bracing for the next explosion, even in the silence.
That silence is what led me here.
And eventually—so did the questions no therapist could answer.
For two years, I grieved. I journaled. 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, 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 psychic medium to channel my mother’s spirit multiple times. Not to reconnect—but to finally understand.
And what I received unraveled the lies I was raised on.
It changed the way I saw her.
It changed the way I saw myself.
And it gave me what I needed most: the understanding that allowed me to let go and move forward.
I finally began reclaiming the future I was never allowed to imagine.
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.
If you’ve walked away, been pushed out, or lost her to death…you’re not alone.
The grief still comes. The questions still echo. And the need to reclaim yourself?
It 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 therapists’ offices or the online spaces that focused only on validation or surviving.
I wanted more than survival. I wanted selfhood. Sovereignty. 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 unraveling, and the stunning reclamation 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 are not broken. You never were.
And if you’re ready to start reconstructing the life you were meant to have—I’m right here as your springboard.
Welcome to your reclamation.
A little more about me
When I’m not creating content for The Weight of Belief, you’ll find me enjoying great food, exploring the exciting rhythm of airports, savoring my love of first-class air travel, and staying in boutique hotels.
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 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!
And I’m living proof that healing after maternal narcissistic abuse is possible—when you reconstruct your identity from the inside out.
Your friend in self-reconstruction,
Carole
