Send us a text Some weeks demand more honesty than polish. I share the heaviness of caring for Chanel as Cushing’s disease reshapes our days, and I open up about recognizing narcissistic patterns that have touched my life and the lives of people I love. Not the hashtag kind—the kind that leaves you doubting your memory, apologizing for your feelings, and starving for accountability that never seems to come. We walk through the telltale signs: gaslighting, minimizing, blame-shifting, public c...