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Narcissistic parenting exposed in new memoir

Narcissistic parenting exposed in new memoir

A captivating true story

"Broken Heart" stressed heart

A normal heart

"Broken Heart" stressed heart

A heart suffering from takotsubo

A fascinating story about the resilience of the human spirit.

The book [is] a deeply moving page-turner that was hard to put down.

— R. Chacko

ARIZONA, USA, June 1, 2022 /EINPresswire.com/ — Hunter Publishing announces the release of the memoirs, “A pin drop: Surviving Narcissism, PTSD, Acute Anxiety, and a Contorted Heart” by Diana Phillips who tells her amazing story with startling clarity.

Please email [email protected] for a free copy. Please read the first page at the end of this press release.

The eBook is on sale today. Click here to go to Amazon.

A narcissistic mother and an absent father raised the author in the heartland of mid-century America. Anxiety with roots in childhood worsened in adulthood, but Phillips earned a doctorate, worked in politics, and lived in Kabul, AF as a civilian. However, the stress eventually overwhelmed her.

On a seemingly typical working morning, blood rushed to his heart with such intensity that it changed shape. The condition is takotsubo cardiomyopathy, and it primarily strikes postmenopausal women.

According to the Japanese scientist who identified the disease, the misshapen heart resembles a takotsubo, a basket for catching and holding octopuses.

The condition usually occurs after a traumatic ‘event’, such as witnessing a homicide, but any powerful emotion can trigger the condition. The author’s “event” was the prospect of spending a day in a small room watching Fox News with three individuals spouting far-right views. However, the overwhelming emotions originating from a chaotic childhood were the real “event”.

Takotsubo is also known as “broken heart syndrome”, a misnomer that conjures up images of women passing out and smelling salts when the illness is severe; it can and kills.

Reported cases of takotsubo are minimal (about 2% of observed cases for heart attack), but the disease is often misdiagnosed or missed altogether. (Some people believe actress Debbie Reynolds died of the disease, although a stroke is the official cause.)

The author suffered from takotsubo at the age of 60 after a lifetime of challenges mostly due to being raised by a narcissistic mother. Interestingly, drug addiction and/or sexual abuse were not issues. Instead, a narcissistic mother wreaked emotional havoc on the author’s life.

“I was in my thirties before I realized my childhood wasn’t normal,” Diana recalls. “It took another 25 years to realize that narcissism was in play.”

Estimates of narcissism are low – about 6% of the population – but it is also often undiagnosed. Narcissists won’t seek mental health help because they see nothing wrong with themselves. The problem is everyone.

Diana Phillips explores the historical and psychological connections between these events in this memoir.

Please contact Phillips by email at [email protected] She will respond within the hour to emails sent from 7:00 am to 5:00 pm PST. She is also available for interviews.

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References:

Cohen, S. (December 30, 2016). “Did Debbie Reynolds die of broken heart syndrome? » Associated Press. https://apnews.com/article/5cf8f1a09c4f4b529feb92f910b7f54d

Stinson, FS, Dawson, DA, Goldstein, RB, Chou, SP, Huang, B., Smith, SM, Ruan, WJ, Pulay, AJ, Saha, TD, Pickering, RP and Grant, BF (2008). “Prevalence, correlates, disability, and comorbidity of DSM-IV narcissistic personality disorder: results from the wave 2 national epidemiological survey of alcohol and related conditions.” The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry, 69(7), 1033-1045. https://doi.org/10.4088/jcp.v69n0701

Tomich, EB (nd). “How common is takotsubo (stress) cardiomyopathy (broken heart syndrome)?” Medscape. https://www.medscape.com/answers/1513631-56488/what-is-the-prevalence-of-takotsubo-stress-cardiomyopathy-broken-heart-syndrome

Wittstein, IS (February 2007). “Broken Heart Syndrome. Cleveland Clinic Journal of Medicine. 74 (Supplement 1). https://www.ccjm.org/content/ccjom/74/2_suppl_1/S17.full.pdf

First page:
Chapter 1
Dressed in black academic dress with a gold tassel and blue sash, I took a long puff of a cigarette as I stared at the 20-foot concrete wall directly in front of me. Coils of barbed wire stretched overhead, and Afghan snipers, weapons drawn, cowering in watchtowers.

I stood alone in a hidden, grassy corner behind the administration building of the American University of Afghanistan campus in Kabul, away from the crowds gathering on the main grounds.

The weather was perfect with mild temperatures, a light breeze and puffy clouds. The dramatic snow-capped Himalayan Mountains loomed in the distance.

I bent down and started to gently lift. Panic attacks – sweating, racing heartbeats, racing thoughts, nausea – have plagued me since childhood.

As a general rule, someone with anxiety issues should avoid war zones, but I was broke, needed a job, and ignored the red flags.

Yet there was a shadow of doubt. Deep down I knew my decision making history was flawed, so I consulted my old shrink, Dr. H. Although he had diagnosed me with Generalized Anxiety Disorder or GAD a few years earlier, we haven’t discussed it much. I felt like GAD was a failure, and if I was more like the Karate Kid, it would go away. The reality is quite different.

Either way, Dr. H was enthusiastic about Kabul.

“It’s going to be fine,” he assured me. “It’s perfect.”

His blessing gave me confidence that Afghanistan was the right choice.

A year later, I found myself escorting the Class of 2011 – AUAF’s first class – across campus, from the administration building to the gymnasium/auditorium where the ceremony would take place, about 300 feet away.

Diana Phillips
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