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Go check out tick tock @findingmrtesco
Also on instagram and X
Put my eGo aside and if you don't know a narcissist? Well they **** your soul every single day they're monsters in human flesh and yeah a lot of people say oh it's their trauma, when they were *****ren that made them like, we all have trauma when we were *****ren, I didn't do anything like that to people some people say oh narcissist don't even know their narcissist it's not they don't know, because if they want something from you they'll become so nice when they take it then become evil so they know how to be nice. narcissists are people that when you meet them they put on a show a mask and this mask lasts three months some people four months of people six months and they do not care about you, they gaslite and love bomb in till that well dried up.
They don't tell you that trauma bonds don't always feel toxic at first—they feel like a warm blanket on a winter night, like coming home after years away, like the first gulp of water when you're parched. The truth is what you really felt was your deep wounds recognizing your executioner; you thought you'd found your healing balm but what you actually found was another battlefield where you could deploy your well-practiced survival tactics. They didn't tell you that your body might crave the chaos like an addict craves their poison, because that chaos once kept you vigilant and alive; you know how to navigate those treacherous waters with your eyes closed. The truth is your body might tremble at the prospect of peace—it's an unmapped territory, a language your nervous system has never learned to speak. They tell you that leaving will feel like tearing off your own skin at first. The truth is your frayed nervous system, with its tangled wires and crossed signals, doesn't know the difference between the electric shock of "love" and the adrenaline rush of survival. You will continue to confuse the taste of blood in your mouth with the taste of passion until you finally understand that true love doesn't leave bruises on your soul. They don't tell you that you'll miss them like a phantom limb, even if they carved pieces of you away, even if they made you fold yourself smaller and smaller until you nearly disappeared, even if they shattered you like glass against concrete. The truth is you don't miss them—you miss the beautiful mirage they projected, the version of them they dangled before you like bait in a trap. They didn't tell you that the bond you rebuild with yourself after breaking free—stitch by painful stitch—will shine brighter than any false connection ever could. The Truth is you are the epic love story of your life. Make sure you cherish yourself with the fierce devotion you once poured into someone who treated your heart like a stepping stone. They don't tell you that the one who broke you into jagged pieces cannot be the one to make you whole; the truth is someone who had the sacred power to nurture your garden but instead chose to salt your earth, to uproot your confidence, to poison your self-worth with deliberate cruelty—that person is not your healer. You are.
Go check out tick tock @findingmrtesco
Also on instagram and X
Put my eGo aside and if you don't know a narcissist? Well they **** your soul every single day they're monsters in human flesh and yeah a lot of people say oh it's their trauma, when they were *****ren that made them like, we all have trauma when we were *****ren, I didn't do anything like that to people some people say oh narcissist don't even know their narcissist it's not they don't know, because if they want something from you they'll become so nice when they take it then become evil so they know how to be nice. narcissists are people that when you meet them they put on a show a mask and this mask lasts three months some people four months of people six months and they do not care about you, they gaslite and love bomb in till that well dried up.
They don't tell you that trauma bonds don't always feel toxic at first—they feel like a warm blanket on a winter night, like coming home after years away, like the first gulp of water when you're parched. The truth is what you really felt was your deep wounds recognizing your executioner; you thought you'd found your healing balm but what you actually found was another battlefield where you could deploy your well-practiced survival tactics. They didn't tell you that your body might crave the chaos like an addict craves their poison, because that chaos once kept you vigilant and alive; you know how to navigate those treacherous waters with your eyes closed. The truth is your body might tremble at the prospect of peace—it's an unmapped territory, a language your nervous system has never learned to speak. They tell you that leaving will feel like tearing off your own skin at first. The truth is your frayed nervous system, with its tangled wires and crossed signals, doesn't know the difference between the electric shock of "love" and the adrenaline rush of survival. You will continue to confuse the taste of blood in your mouth with the taste of passion until you finally understand that true love doesn't leave bruises on your soul. They don't tell you that you'll miss them like a phantom limb, even if they carved pieces of you away, even if they made you fold yourself smaller and smaller until you nearly disappeared, even if they shattered you like glass against concrete. The truth is you don't miss them—you miss the beautiful mirage they projected, the version of them they dangled before you like bait in a trap. They didn't tell you that the bond you rebuild with yourself after breaking free—stitch by painful stitch—will shine brighter than any false connection ever could. The Truth is you are the epic love story of your life. Make sure you cherish yourself with the fierce devotion you once poured into someone who treated your heart like a stepping stone. They don't tell you that the one who broke you into jagged pieces cannot be the one to make you whole; the truth is someone who had the sacred power to nurture your garden but instead chose to salt your earth, to uproot your confidence, to poison your self-worth with deliberate cruelty—that person is not your healer. You are.
