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That hurts.

For someone so “bright,” you sure keep making the same mistake. Over and over.

You know what they say—repeating the same thing and expecting different results? That’s insanity.

A second chance is just that—a second chance.

How many times are you going to put yourself through this?

You should’ve just spelled it out to him.

“I need help.”

And he took those words and still left you alone to pick up the pieces—of yourself, of everyone, of everything.

And while you scrambled to put it all back together?

He threw a few more pieces down to add to the mix.

But this time felt different, didn’t it?

This time, your self-awareness was louder than your manipulated, love-sick thoughts.

This time, you noticed a pattern you never fully saw before:

• He watches the drama unfold.

• He pushes you to your breaking point without remorse.

• And when you start putting things back together on your own…

• That’s when he swoops in.

Not to help.

Not to fix.

But to take credit.

To play the hero.

To bask in the light of your strength and pretend he was the mastermind behind the solution.

Yuck.

I know the term “supply” doesn’t sit well—and why would it?

But I need you to see what’s happening.

I don’t want you to forget this moment of clarity.

Because this is huge.

Today, his isolation and dismissive abuse didn’t win.

You didn’t let him gain the power of presenting himself as the hero.

Because he’s not.

I’m sorry this is so hard—so incredibly difficult.

I know you don’t even know how to feel about it.

Confusion.

Disappointment.

Resentment.

Anger.

Sadness.

Strength.

Hope.

Doubt.

All of it is valid.

And you already know—this is just part of the process.

This moment? This realization?

It is textbook narcissistic abuse.

It’s almost unbelievable.

But hear me:

This. Happened.

This. Happens. Constantly.

And the most important truth:

It. Will. Not. Stop. Happening.

So when he throws you another breadcrumb of bullshit, remember:

• Remember the anger you felt.

• Remember the embarrassment and guilt.

• Not to wallow—but to fuel the fire inside of you.

The fire that so many people already see in you.

The one you’re finally starting to see smoke rising from.

And this?

This isn’t a quick fix.

Don’t beat yourself up for what comes next:

The rollercoaster. The grief. The doubt.

It took you this long to see it. And maybe… it’s even worse than you thought.

But here’s what you have that you didn’t have before:

Awareness.

And with that?

You can use the resilience you’ve already survived on to take the right steps to get out.

I wish I could shake you awake from this nightmare. But that’s not real.

And neither is the delusion that you’re the problem.

If you fall for it again?

You’re still not the problem.

This is a dangerous dance.

And switching who leads in the dance can feel impossible.

But it’s not impossible.

Baby steps.

And let go of the guilt.

This is abuse.

This is manipulation.

And people don’t jump into that dynamic headfirst.

They are led. Trapped. Conditioned.

That’s the entire point.

And now?

He’s already done with you.

But his fucked-up mind still needs you.

Needs your kindness. Your forgiveness. Your empathy.

To feed his monster.

Learn to be cold.

The warmth and kindness?

It will always be there.

But some people don’t deserve it.

Some people take it without taking care of it.

You are valuable.

And when you finally rid yourself of this disease?

The mountains you’ll move.

Let that thought replay when you’re having a rough day.

This is not the end of you.

This is the beginning of the rest of your life.

For your purpose.

Stay aware.

Forgive yourself.

And know this:

I am so proud of you.

Love,

That Self-Awareness Inside of You