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Muziek heeft altijd een hele belangrijke rol gespeeld in mijn leven. In muziek kon in mijn emoties kwijt en het sprak de gevoelens die ik niet onder woorden kon brengen. Voor sommige klinkt dit misschien cliché, maar voor mij was en is muziek nog steeds mijn beste vriend tijdens moeilijke tijden.


De reden voor mijn grote voorliefde voor muziek is dat het mij helemaal kan meenemen naar een wereld waar ik mijzelf kan zijn. Ook heeft het mij geholpen om mijn gevoelens te vertalen richting mijn narcistische moeder. Sommige nummers kwamen zoveel overeen met mijn gevoelen dat ik zeker wist dat ,de gevoelens die ik richting mijn narcistische moeder had, niet aan mij lag.


Op Spotify heb ik een afspeellijst samengesteld met nummers die gericht zijn op het verwerken van emoties die ontstaan zijn uit ouderlijke mishandeling. Hierbij een overzicht met coupletten van muzieknummers die gaan over het opgroeien en de omgang met narcistische ouders en die voor velen onder ons herkenbaar is.

Warrior, Demi Lovato

There's a part of me I can't get back.

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

'Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

Good enough, Little mix

Am I still not good enough? Am I still not worth that much?

I'm sorry for the way my life turned out

Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now

Guess I'm still not good enough

My Vietnam, Pink

Momma was a lunatic, she liked to push my buttons

She said I wasn't good enough, but I guess I wasn't trying

What do you expect from me? What am I not giving you?

What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes?

Numb, Linkin Park

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

Don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

Piece by Piece, Kelly Clarkson

But piece by piece, he collected me up

Off the ground, where you abandoned things

Piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me

At six years old and you know, he never walks away

He never asks for money, he takes care of me, cause he loves me

Piece by piece, he restored my faith

Because of you, Kelly Clarkson

I watched you die, I heard you cry every night in your sleep

I was so young, you should have known, better than to lean on me

You never thought of anyone else, you just saw your pain

And now I cry in the middle of the night for the same damn thing

Conversations with my 13 year old self, Pink

Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling

I promise you that it won't always feel this bad

There are so many things I want to say to you

You're the girl I used to be, you little heartbroken thirteen year old me

Family Portrait, Pink

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away

Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have no choice, no way

It ain't easy growin' up in World War three

Never knowin' what love could be, well I've seen

In our family portrait, we look pretty happy

Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes naturally

Take a bow, Rihanna

Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not

Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show, really had me going

But now it's time to go, curtain's finally closing

That was quite a show, very entertaining

But it's over now, go on and take a bow

Father, Demi Lovato

You did your best or did you? Sometimes I think I hate you

I'm sorry, dad, for feelin' this, I can't believe I'm sayin' it

I know you were a troubled man

I know you never got the chance to be yourself, to be your best

I hope that heaven's given you a second chance

You give love a bad name, Bon Jovi

An angel's smile is what you sell

You promise me heaven, then put me through hell

Chains of love got a hold on me

When passion's a prison, you can't break free

Oh, there's nowhere to run

No one can save me from the damage is done

Apologize, OneRepublic

You tell me that you need me

Then you go and cut me down, but wait

You tell me that you're sorry

Didn't think I'd turn around and say

Cleaning out my closet, Eminem

But put yourself in my position, Just try to envision

Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through hear purse and shit's missin'

Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome

My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't

'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?

Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?

So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?