The Narcissist:The Manipulation Game part 2

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    One part of healing that brings guilt into the victims’ souls would be the attempt to break free of the invisible chains that are tightened around their necks. The numerous times you will think that you are truly healing , evolving and changing would be the most times you feel vulnerable. They are occurring  when your eyes prickle with tears and maybe you can’t hide it , it’s not like you can control it . They occur when your body starts reacting in the sight of the abuser, the shaking, the jittering and it’s like a bucket of ice water was splashed on you. 
    
      At that moment, you start mastering the art of composing yourself, to hide your anxiety behind a forced smile or a quick action . It takes a toll on you, mentally and physically, yet you should feel proud for resisting the trauma bond that the abuser seem to use as a weapon. That the narcissist would use to validate their actions and try to lure you back to their dark cave, to their fake smiles and false reasons. 
  
      As time goes by, you start learning that healing has not only one form or shape, it takes time, patience and all the trials you can do to gracefully guide yourself back to  safety. Once the powerful connection gets broken, all the tiniest details become a whirl of wonders that seems to excite you, brings you peace and calmness. This commitment to the tiny fragments of your life shapes up the new version of yourself, that will be desired to by new, better people, away from the narcissist and his followers. 

      You will start to seek refugee in the wholesome moments of solitude that not only brings your darkest side out, but permits you to engrave new rules and guidelines into your spirit, rather than the ruthlessly implanted enchantments that ignites the power of destruction within you. The glimpses that your mind seems to use so it can rest from the tiredness of getting over your fear of change are the moments you should appreciate the most, engage yourself in an activity that nurtures your mind and heart. 
    
      You should always have in mind that the relapses that seems to be the point of collapsing are the times your light outshines the gloominess that is enriched within your soul. You can picture the narcissist as a viscous opponent, restless till your death, a devil that is pretty much willing to kill you, which is the truth actually. The real challenge would be, would you allow him to win this battle? Will you give in for the sake of sweet words and a charming smile, false as they could be? 

     In these fragments of time, take a deep breathe, close your eyes as you calmly explore the places your mind can find peace in . They could be by the ocean with a salty breeze, your hair flowing as the wind strengthens its power, as you watch the ships sail into the distant horizon. It could also be up a cliff , faraway from the shore where people can see , where you are away from all the stress that could cease the idea of healing. It could be in a street in mid-spring, as you take in the details of the individuals around you and get lost in the splendidness of the scenery and what it can help to enrich your spirit.

     Take this time to fall In knee-deep with the your potential to arise kingdoms from the ground and rule them alone. That your darkness is the chilling, wanderlust of the eyes of those who understand the magnificence of it. That its walls are too high for all to climb, yet a wonderful adventure to those who are able to endure it and its foundation is out of the purity of a healing heart and wrath of learnt lessons. Take time to witness what miracles the entanglements of your inside can create to bewilder the older version of you. 

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