So what do you do? You stand. You wake up. You look that storm in the face and say, “I know who I am.” You stop asking, “Do they love me?” and start asking, “Am I still loving myself?” Because if the answer is no, if your peace is always paid for in silence, in shrinking, in walking on glass, then what you’re in isn’t love. It’s a performance. And the stage was never yours to begin with.
This is where freedom begins. Understanding the narcissist doesn’t mean you excuse them; it means you outgrow them. You walk in wisdom. You speak with clarity. You love without losing yourself. And when the time comes—and it will—you choose. You choose whether to stay, whether to step back, whether to walk out altogether. But you do it awake. You do it free—not from guilt, not from fear, but from knowing that your worth was never tied to being wanted by someone who didn’t know what to do with it.
You don’t heal by fixing the narcissist. You heal by refusing to become one. You heal by standing so firm in your own sacred value that not even the deepest manipulation can pull you off center. That, my friend, is the end of their illusion and the beginning of your resurrection.
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