Jan 29 • General discussion
Healing through words
This is what narcissistic love looks like when the mask comes off. Not fists. Not shouting. But being chosen in a way that slowly erases you.
They isolate you and call it intimacy. They pedestal you so high you’re afraid to move. They make you feel special in the dark, because light would expose the control. And when you finally question it, suddenly it’s you versus them…never us, never truth.
I didn’t fall in love with a person. I fell into a dynamic designed to shrink me. Affection used as leverage. Validation used as currency. “Special” used as a cage lined in velvet.
If I sound bitter, I’m not. I’m precise. Because healing begins when you stop romanticising what harmed you.
This isn’t about hate. It’s about clarity. And choosing myself back.
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