It Wasn’t a Relationship, It Was a Demonic Assignment, That’s Why God Removed Narcissists From You

You want to talk about rebellion? Real rebellion isn’t flipping off your ex or cutting them out of your photos; it’s healing. Healing is war. Healing is resistance. Healing is a declaration that the trauma ends here. Every time you confront your pain instead of avoiding it, you’re swinging back. Every time you cry it out instead of numbing it away, you’re reprogramming your nervous system. Every time you say “No more” and mean it, you’re breaking ancestral chains that were passed down like poison through bloodlines. This ain’t self-care; this is spiritual combat.

Make no mistake: the narcissistic spirit feels it. That thing can’t survive in healed environments. It needs chaos; it needs confusion; it needs you to stay disoriented and disconnected from your truth. That’s why they come back when you start rising—not because they love you, but because your supply is drying up. They feel the grip slipping, and that’s when they panic. But the version of you that’s healing? That version doesn’t answer the knock. The healed version sees the game and refuses to play. That version doesn’t chase, doesn’t argue, doesn’t shrink. That version remembers who they are, and that memory? That’s deliverance.

Because once you’ve tasted clarity, once you’ve lived in peace, once your soul’s been anchored in truth, you’ll never beg for breadcrumbs again. Reclaiming your identity is the beginning of deliverance. You want to know when the real deliverance starts? Not when they apologize, not when they finally admit they were wrong, not even when you block their number and throw out the pictures. Deliverance starts the moment you stop asking the narcissist to define you. That’s the moment the chain snaps.

Because the truth is, they didn’t just steal your peace; they tried to rewrite your identity. They made you believe your voice was too loud, your feelings too much, and your boundaries too inconvenient. They didn’t just gaslight your emotions; they tried to gut your soul, and you let them because you forgot who you were. But when God steps in and starts reminding you piece by piece, you start taking back what you didn’t even know was stolen: that voice of yours, that fire of yours, that discernment you kept second-guessing? Yeah, that’s your spiritual compass.

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