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Coming Up For Air: Days When He is Gone
How self-healing feels when out of the Narcissist’s energy field.
He’s gone. Blessed silence. A peaceful feeling. The ability to finally breathe. To relax.
It’s gradual, the return of the sun. At first it’s simply the absence of rain pouring down on me in a cacophony of confusion and anxiety. It’s a simple stillness underneath a dark cloud of residual negativity.
Gradually, the cloud dissipates. I feel the warmth of ideas peeking out from slowly parting darkness. A little energy returns.
Gradually a smile returns to my face. A day or so after he’s left, I wake to feel anticipation for the tasks I will accomplish, instead of dread and anger at everything asked of me by work and friends.
I spend a peaceful morning breakfast over tea. I revel in the silence and begin to put the pieces of my sanity together again.
Here is my confidence, lost over in this corner where it landed when running from the barbs and underhanded insults.
There is my ambition, in a box under the bed where I hid it from his persistent reminders…
