Yes. I have narcissistic, abusive parents who convinced me that they were the only ones who would ever love me and that I was too stupid to function on my own. I was never really given a chance to make my own choices or develop my own identity. In short, I was entirely eclipsed. Everything I do in life is to satisfy others' expectations of me. Since my mom died, I have very little direction in life. Every choice I make seems wrong and I feel the need to appeal to whoever my brain has decided is her "replacement" (for a while it was my partner).
Self love (or even acceptance) is extremely difficult. Most of the time I feel subhuman. I don't want to do anything for my own benefit. When left alone, I will self destruct. Self sabotage, wasting away...It's enjoyable. I turn to anything that can give me sensory pleasure, or make me feel as though I'm not here. Sleep deprivation, binge eating or starving, substances, mindless and intense relationships that never come to true fruition.
I'm surviving until I find a new purpose. That purpose has to be myself, but I believe I have long since missed that critical period.