You no longer define yourself as a victim, but rather someone strong, someone who has worked through some shit, someone who has been around the block, someone who has unexpectedly learned of the dark, underbelly of humanity.
You no longer have to tell the harrowing, hellish story of trauma and escape from the spider's web. Instead, you sometimes decide to just understate things like you once did. Only this time it isn't minimizing, its outright deciding whom you want to tell on your own terms. Not that you want to mislead people, rather you just don't have time for their experience to catch up to your own. And the need to be validated by someone else on the planet who can't get it unless they've lived it has been left at sea.
You know you're healing from narc abuse when...
You no longer have to obsess about learning about narcissism, sure you have days when you explore shit, facets of the beast, but mostly the narcissist and his flying monkeys and his fairy-tale planet have all begun to bore you. You've found the bits and pieces you needed to find, you've practiced some skills, you've left his orbit. Now you let your own center of gravity beckon you through space, discovering where your own journey might take you.
You know you're healing from narc abuse when...
You find endless humor in his two-year-old like antics, his ridiculous exaggerations, his philosophical, pedantic over-the-top-ness that seems to permeate everything in his life. And as you remember him demanding you read the stacks of his amazing professor reviews you chuckle, happy that you deleted that job from your task list in walking away. And leaving the state, perhaps that was even better in flipping the script.
You know you're healing from narc abuse when...
You remember that there are good people in the world and you relish one day finding your own special someone who might also think you one of the good people in the world.
