See, the narcissist didn’t just want control—they wanted to crack you, break your confidence, twist your sense of self until you couldn’t recognize your own reflection. Because deep down, they know something you might have forgotten: you’re the powerful one. That’s why they came for you so hard. That’s why they tried to hollow you out with blame, confusion, and guilt.
Your strength, your clarity, your ability to rise from the ashes and rebuild without begging for anyone’s permission? That terrifies them. They needed you to doubt yourself, to think you were the broken one, to keep looking at them with those soft, forgiving eyes. Because as long as you felt sorry for them, they still had a foothold in your mind. But the second you stop seeing them through empathy and start seeing them for what they really are, that illusion shatters.
And the beauty of it all? You don’t need revenge, you don’t need closure, you don’t need to prove a damn thing. You just need to remember who you are. Because when you rise—quiet, unbothered, whole—they unravel. You reclaim your peace, your power, your purpose. And that, my friend, is the kind of torment they’ll never recover from.
The only way out? Chasing closure from chaos only keeps you shackled to it. And that hollow feeling that creeps in at night when the noise fades and the room goes quiet? That’s not them haunting you; that’s you realizing you’ve been trying to outrun the pain instead of facing it. Why? Because you needed to prove something—to them, to the world, maybe even to yourself.
But here’s the uncomfortable truth: this isn’t just about them. You’re in this story too. And if you’re honest, you might have played the same game in reverse. You rushed into something new, you told yourself you were fine, you posted that “just living life” photo even though you could barely breathe the night before.
Now, from the outside, sure, it might look like they’re living their best life—selfies, parties, that new soulmate they miraculously found two seconds after you left. Yeah, no. It’s all theater, smoke, and filters. They’re not healed; they’re hiding. And every staged smile is another brick in the wall they’re building to keep from facing themselves. Because once you stop feeding that ego, the mask slips, and underneath? Nothing but raw, aching self-hate they’ve spent years trying to bury under lies, lovers, and likes.
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