Repairing a Narcissist?

It must be miserable being a narcissist no matter how much attention they attract.  Deep down they know they lack in so many ways and this frightening reality fuels their insatiable needs.  The desperate moves made to obtain and keep their narcissistic supply burn bridges and ruin relationships causing them to be on the lookout for the next victim constantly.  There is no stability, comfort or love – only masks, lies and insincerity.  No matter how miserable they are, admitting to the farce that is their life is far more painful than merely continuing the game.  They are willing to inflict damage on all they come into contact with, sparing none, in a pitiful attempt to maintain their fake persona.

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Facing the Memory

Numbness prevailed for many years before I was forced to confront what happened entirely.  I had a desperate desire for a memory delete button just to get rid of all the garbage in my brain. Facing the reality of my past experiences is necessary for me to continue healing and move on.  Sometimes a buried memory will reveal itself, shaking my damaged foundation, but I understand the trembling is necessary.   Continuing onward each day, not knowing how long the journey will take, is alone an incredible achievement.

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Escape to Begin Healing

The beginning of my healing journey started with removing myself from an abusive situation and cutting off contact with the person creating it.  The one time I sought help while still in a controlling, abusive relationship I faced fierce retaliation leading me to fear ever seeking help again.  Towards the end of that relationship couples therapy was recommended by the family physician, but as some of you may know, a narcissist does not seek therapy except to prove themselves right and attempt to prove the instability of their partner.  Fortunately, our therapist was very intuitive and experienced with narcissistic behaviors which threw my ex into a furious rage and a near assault on the aging therapist.  This experience crystallized my resolve to escape and pursue a new life.

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Fear of the Past

The realization and acceptance of my role in past experiences is a driving force for the fear I struggle with daily.  The belief that pure chance had brought unhappiness and strife to me was blissfully ignorant.  After all, the odds were in my favor that all the bad hands had already been dealt to me and the future held good luck.  There may be a small nugget of truth to chance or luck but the bulls-eye painted on my back is made highly visible to those seeking to harm by my tolerance and lack of self-confidence.  The fear of repeating the past is exacerbated by the knowledge that I am not entirely healed, so I reinforce my walls to rest in the safety of solitude, for now.

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Poisoned by Trauma

The damage from abuse is like a slow acting poison requiring a painful antidote.  Sometimes I find it hard to remember what it felt like to be trapped in an abusive relationship and then a trigger brings a flashback encompassing every sensory detail.  Numbing the pain and emotions allowed me to stumble through life for a few years, but eventually, my deteriorating condition forced me to confront the trauma.  Chronic, debilitating migraines were the primary physical manifestation of my unprocessed trauma.  These migraines significantly interfered with my ability to work and care for my children, but if it was not for this physical ailment, I might have delayed my search for help even longer.  In working towards reducing the migraines, I met several wonderful and caring doctors, physical therapists, counselors and everyday people who helped me get back on my feet.  There are so many things I would do to keep from ever having another migraine, but I acknowledge they are the proverbial straw that broke the camels back and started my healing journey.  The process has been excruciatingly slow at times, but I am much stronger now and have a great deal more patience.  The poison is still leaving me, and the antidote is unpleasant, but in the end I will be free.

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