Gaslighting is one of the most invisible forms of emotional abuse—and also one of the most damaging. It doesn’t leave bruises. It doesn’t shout. It whispers. It twists. It makes you question what you saw, what you felt, and eventually, who you are.

This piece is written from the wreckage that gaslighting leaves behind. It's about what it feels like to give someone your light, only to have them use it against you. It’s about the confusion, the silence, the erasure of self that happens when someone rewrites your reality and calls it truth.

But more than that, this piece is about rising. Because even when your sense of self is shattered, even when you doubt your worth and your voice—there is still something inside you that knows. Something unbreakable.

This is the journey back to that knowing.

"Gaslighting doesn’t erase the truth—only your trust in it. But once you remember what you felt, saw, and knew deep down, you rise. Not as who you were before, but as someone no one will ever silence again."

There’s a kind of pain that goes deeper than betrayal. It’s not just heartbreak—it’s psychological disorientation. The kind that creeps in slowly, as you begin to question your instincts, your memories, even your worth. When truth is twisted, when intuition is dismissed, and when you begin to question your own sanity. This post is not for everyone - it is for those who have found themselves in that disorienting space, caught in the web of someone who weaponises vulnerability and connection.

This is for anyone—man or woman—who has ever been blindsided, gaslit, or undermined by a distorted form of feminine energy. And to be clear, I’m not referring to women who may have acted out of pain, trauma, or emotional triggers. We all carry wounds, and we've all made mistakes in judgment, action, or reaction as a result. That’s part of being human. That’s not this.

I’m talking about something darker. More calculated. The kind of feminine energy that doesn’t stem from trauma, but from choice. A woman who knows exactly what she’s doing—who manipulates, deceives, and destroys not out of confusion, but out of strategy. She’s charming, seductive, and spiritually hollow. She plays the victim when it benefits her, spins truths to divide, and smiles while planting the seed of chaos. She moves without a moral compass, seeing people not as humans, but as pieces on a chessboard to be used or discarded. This is the distorted feminine—seductive, strategic, overly charming and often masked as something angelic, nurturing or innocent, while quietly orchestrating chaos.

If you’ve been on the receiving end of this, you know how destabilising it can be. The confusion, the self-doubt, the feeling that something is off—but being unable to prove it. The sabotage happens in whispers, in omissions, in subtle games that make you question your own reality. And if you’ve never encountered it, it might sound exaggerated or dramatic. But those who’ve lived it know: it’s real. And it’s damaging.

This is not just something to listen to — This is a transmission. A remembrance. A sacred invocation for the Divine Feminine rising within you - no matter your gender

What follows is not a performance, but a mirror to your own becoming. It is an honouring of the holy grief, the ache of transformation, the fierce love that pulses beneath your pain.

Let these words move through your body, not just your mind. Let them stir what’s been buried, What’s been waiting? Not to be fixed, but to be felt.

This is medicine. This is reclamation. This… is the return to your sacred self.

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This work is not intended to substitute for professional medical or counselling advice. If you suffer from a physical or mental illness, please always seek professional help.

All meditations, soundscapes and sleep stories are written and produced by Claire Charters from www.botanicaltrader.com and www.theomcollective.org