The Narcissist: The Manipulation Game

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    Did you ever a see a devil in the form of a man before ? Did you ever felt that you are lost , more like hypnotized to follow orders of a certain individual? Well this certain individual is the devil himself , he is the narcissist , he is a killer on the loose searching for souls so he can suck the life out them. I meant that figuratively and literally. 
     
     Most people have no clue that they could have many narcissists in their life , those who prey on their kindness , love and care. Those who feed on their insecurities turning them into nightmares, making themselves judges responsible to make you suffer. Those who whisper the words to say instead of you thinking about them, those who manipulate you into thinking that “they built you “ , that they “fixed you”. They turn you into silhouettes, puppets in their hands according to their own benefits of course. They define love as a bittersweet time that you deserve to endure, they project their insecurities when they see you trying to become better. They turn a blind eye when you are in trouble and most importantly they always blame you for your feelings, blame you for being human and having a mind , for just thinking against their own desires. You suffer, you always will suffer unless you obey the orders. 


    Narcissism is the act of selfishness, it’s the precise performance of actors on the stage , they use masks upon their idea of suffer, they play mind games so you can prove your worthiness. They underestimate you and degrade you , so they can deepen their control over your life , your friends and even the way you see yourself. You always have to see yourself in their own eyes, it’s a living hell in the name of love, such a pathetic excuses for their actions. Even though, you might figure out how they were and what they did, it will be all too late to strive for your justice. As you were in a coma, or a euphoric stage where your life is in the hands of the reckless monster you allowed in. That you trusted, such a risky move to do when you find out that your life is in stake. When you are awakened by either a shock or that someone actually forced the narcissistic out of your world, you will find yourself lost, like a maze. You might not even remember how or why you took the decisions you took , or the actions you did , you will only feel the emptiness of their departure. You will experience haziness in performing your every day activities, even talking to people and most importantly when you are all alone at night surrounded by their demons, by the fury you will witness as you allowed this all to happen. You will face a hard time adapting to the pain, to the silence , yet you will be only one screaming inside out and nobody knows. Most probably because they would have forced to never discuss what they were doing to you , as it would cancel out any chance of your survival.
      
      The grimacing moments would be the questioning of your their words , their actions  and how you went through it all. Also , how you ignored those red flags that were alerting you to pay attention that you are loosing yourself. That life as you knew it is not yours , the lifestyle and way of thinking you had were all lies , a mask you had to wear yourself so that nobody can notice . They appear to people as nice individuals , thoughtful and caring , while they never were any of those characteristics. They are the ugliness in the murk times, they are the shadows that haunt your nightmares , those who always threatened that if they left life ends. While it is the complete opposite, them leaving allows your old and new scars to heal properly without someone punishing you for feeling. It helps you understand yourself , it guides you to your own pathway that is lit with your own determination towards healing. 
      
     Towards the awake of a new you, towards being selfless with the right people , rather than selfish as they were with you . It permits you to embrace mistakes that you made before , the darker version of yourself with graceful healing self. You should always know that you will experience downfalls that can blind you from your progress, yet these moments would be the times of new adaptations and loving yourself more. Always remember that not everyone is a narcissistic, you should let the right people in and make sure that they add to your happiness not take from it. As loving yourself and nurturing your soul is one of the most bravest ways to accomplish more in life, to fall in love with the simplest things and not rely on others . 

    I myself faced the devil and it was and still is a painful journey , but I am sure that if i didn’t fall for the wrong person , I wouldn’t be able to choose the right people. That those who see him as a normal person and they know what he did are the next in line for the same position he has. That all this praise is as false as his innocence and as false as their truthfulness. To end it all, if you do have a narcissistic individual in your life, distance yourself and love yourself. Don’t allow them to suck the brightness , love and confidence and prey on it . Don’t fall for the same false reasons that are not what you deserve. Don’t let the hidden smile of the devil hypnotize you to oblivion.

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