You stop waiting for closure, stop needing their approval, stop letting their silence define your value. The power shift? It’s not loud; it’s not dramatic; it’s holy. Because once you remember who you are in God—not in their narrative, not in their opinion—you become unreachable, unshakable, untouchable. Identity is the key—not self-help fluff, not fake confidence, but divine remembrance. And when you get that back, the narcissist can’t even find the door to get in.
The narcissist fears your awakening. They don’t miss you; they miss the version of you who didn’t know better—the one who explained herself constantly, who said sorry just to keep the peace, who ignored red flags because she saw the good in them. But now, you see with spiritual eyes. You’re not the same, and they can feel it. The energy shifted; your spirit isn’t leaking anymore; your light isn’t dimmed. And that scares the hell out of whatever was feeding off your confusion.
They don’t come back because of love; they come back because your awakening is a threat. Because when you start remembering your power, their control dies, their tactics fail, their manipulation gets exposed, and that spirit behind them? It hates exposure. So it tries one last trick: the apology, the tears, the nostalgia. “I’ve changed.” But it’s not a comeback; it’s a counterattack.
This is where you draw the line. Because once you’ve healed, once you’ve tasted truth, going back is no longer an option. You can’t unknow what your spirit has shown you. And they can feel it. That distance, that silence, that no-contact boundary? It’s not coldness; it’s freedom. Deliverance is not the end; it’s the beginning. This wasn’t just a breakup; this wasn’t just a season; this was war—a spiritual ambush dressed up like love, a demonic assignment that nearly took you out mentally, emotionally, spiritually. But look at you now: not perfect, but awake. A little scarred, maybe, but more dangerous than ever.
Because deliverance isn’t the end of the story; it’s the launch pad. It’s not the epilogue; it’s chapter one. You didn’t just walk away from a person; you walked away from a pattern, a cycle, a curse—a generational loop that ends with you. You stopped begging for closure; you stopped explaining your boundaries; you stopped waiting for the person who broke you to fix you. And that? That’s power the enemy can’t touch.
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