Hey there, beautiful soul. Yes, you—the one who’s been through hell and back, whose heart has been shattered into a million pieces by someone who was supposed to love you. I see you. I feel you. And I’m here to tell you that you’re not alone.
Surviving narcissistic abuse as an empath is like trying to breathe underwater—it’s suffocating, disorienting, and downright terrifying. But here’s the thing: you’re still here, still fighting, still breathing. And that, my friend,
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