The first was a forum for daughters of mothers with narcissistic personality disorder. When its founder converted to a paid model, the restrictions felt like a betrayal, the dynamic became strained, and I lost many valuable connections. Another was a Facebook group for moms who’d experienced life-threatening pregnancy complications. For a time it was nice, but some women became unkind, and it started feeling less like a support group and more like a mean girls’ lunch table. Yet another was a forum for people who, like me, had left a highly controlling religious denomination. At first, it was great, but after I posted one night—expressing concern that theological arguments were getting overly heated—I awoke to a fight in my comments section and a nasty DM. The last straw: I told one person who had called some members “demonic” that they were making the group feel unsafe, and my comment was deleted by the admin.