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Drowning in the Darkness: Days When He is Here
A look at how the Narcissist’s energy keeps us trapped in negativity
He’s here.
He enters the room like a boxer entering the ring, ready to unleash a flurry of punches at the slightest provocation. Shoulders squared. Chin jutted. Arms slightly bent at the elbows. Fists almost clenched. Chest puffed as though ready to square up against anyone who comes near.
But he’s not walking into a wrestling match — he’s walking into the kitchen.
I feel the tension building like a vibration in the air, building around me and building inside me.
I brace myself for a fight; not because there’s anything to fight about, but just because my body reacts to the energy imposed upon me.
I feel the muscles in my neck tense. I feel a sense of dread. Everything becomes dreamlike and distant.
I make my coffee in silence.
“Good morning!” he exclaims, his voice upbeat, but somehow menacing. There is a sense of false bravado that doesn’t match the words at all. It’s discomfiting.
