But I’m telling you this because you need to hear it: you are not what they did to you. You are not their lies, their rage, their emptiness. You are more than the battlefield; you are the survivor, the witness—the one who can still stand. When the narcissist feels control slipping, that’s when they panic. The grip tightens, the mask cracks, and cruelty escalates. They won’t just walk away; they’ll scorch the earth on their way out. Friendships, trust, love—all twisted into something unrecognizable, all for the illusion of control. They would rather be feared than forgotten, and if they can’t sit on a throne, they’ll set the whole kingdom on fire just to watch you burn with it.
But there’s a deeper, more heartbreaking truth: the narcissist doesn’t just lack empathy; they crave suffering, not healing. It’s how they prove they exist—by unraveling others. They don’t build joy; they twist it into something that reflects their own ruin.
If you’re still here, nodding through tears or holding your breath while reading this, then you are already rising. You are standing on sacred ground; you are waking up. This isn’t weakness—it’s rebirth. This isn’t defeat—it’s revelation. So speak. Don’t shrink back. Don’t pretend it didn’t happen. Don’t let shame keep you silent. Stand up and say, “No more.” Share your truth, shout your freedom, cry if you have to, but keep walking. Keep rising, because freedom is a road paved with fire. Every step forward is a miracle. If you’re still standing, still breathing, still fighting—that’s a victory they can’t steal.
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