Some apologies never come.
Some apologies never come.
If these are the words you’ve been waiting to hear, I hope they help you begin to heal.
Some apologies never come.
If these are the words you’ve been waiting to hear, I hope they help you begin to heal.
I wanted to share a very practical approach to dealing with the endless mental loops, the "what-ifs", and the intrusive thoughts that hit after leaving or being discarded by a narcissist.
I recently stopped trying to analyze the content of my thoughts and started treating them like mechanical system errors. I boiled it down to a three-step rule that is saving my sanity right now.
Basically:
It takes the power away from the narcissist's ghost in your head and puts you back in control of your own reality.
Hey everyone,
I wanted to drop a quick recommendation for a resource that has helped me a lot in my own recovery and making sense of the psychological aftermath of narcissistic abuse.
It’s called The Organising Gate: The ASR Complex and the Reconstruction of Reality After Narcissistic Abuse (Mirrored Psychic Inversion Theory - MPIT) by Mark Thomas Beare.
If you are trying to rebuild your baseline reality post-discard, this framework is incredibly insightful.
A quick tip: You really only need to read Part B to get the core value and practical understanding out of it.
You can find it on Amazon if you want to support the author or prefer a physical copy, but it is also available as a free PDF on archive.org.
I hope this helps someone else out there who is doing the work to heal and process everything. Stay strong!
I often hear this idea that we can completely rewrite reality to protect the ego, to the point of genuinely believing the lie.
For example, I recently heard about a situation where someone cheated on their partner, but apparently managed to completely convince themselves that they never actually slept with anyone else.
Since everyone here is self-aware, I’m really curious about how this internal process actually works for you. When you deny something major, do you actually believe the altered reality deep down in that moment? Or do you know perfectly well what happened, and you just stick to the lie because it’s the most effective way to manage the situation?
I'm having a hard time buying that it's always an unconscious defense mechanism. I feel like it's often way more conscious than theory suggests. What are your thoughts?
Hey everyone,
I’ve recently separated from my n-ex and, like many of you, I've been dealing with those awful, sudden flashbacks and intrusive memories. They can really hijack your day and keep your nervous system on high alert. But I want to share a bizarre little cognitive tool I recently started using. I know it sounds completely ridiculous, but I tried it and it actually works.
The secret? Playing Tetris.
Yes, the classic block game! There are actual university studies showing that playing a highly visual-spatial game like Tetris shortly after a painful memory is triggered can interrupt your brain's visual processing center. Essentially, your brain doesn't have the bandwidth to hold onto a vivid, painful image of your abuser AND figure out how to rotate a geometric block at the same time. The visual load of the game literally overwrites and flattens the emotional intensity of the memory!
If you want to try it out to clear your head, here is the exact protocol to make it work:
When an intrusive image or flashback pops up, don't immediately shove it away. Let the visual memory form in your mind for just a few seconds. You need to briefly "activate" the neural connection so your brain can rewrite it.
Whip out your phone and launch Tetris right away.
Play continuously for about 10 to 20 minutes. Here is the secret sauce: focus intensely on the rotation of the blocks. Anticipate their shapes, spin them in your mind before you rotate them on the screen, and visualize exactly how they will fit together. This specific mental geometry is what siphons the energy away from the painful memory.
If your mind tries to drift back into analyzing the relationship, mourning the "good times" (euphoric recall), or feeling the injustice of it all, intentionally cut it off. Force your attention strictly back to the mechanics: the colors, the falling speed, the gaps you need to fill.
When you stop playing after 15-20 minutes, you'll likely notice that the memory feels emotionally "flat", distant, or washed out. It loses its power to trigger your nervous system!
I've been using this to create a kind of emotional "blank slate." It's honestly been such a relief to have a practical, immediate tool to calm my brain down.
If you want to read up on the science behind it, you can look up the Oxford University study titled: "Can Playing the Computer Game 'Tetris' Reduce the Build-Up of Flashbacks for Trauma?"
We all deserve some peace of mind. Sending you all strength and healing vibes!
I got that feeling that I am a freak who's using an old lady to fulfill his own design, his expectations, his dreams, his ideals. Like I feel, I'm not sure if I'm actually doing it or if it's just a desire that happens in my mind. As you know, I have narcissistic personality disorder. And there is this old lady that I like to spend time with. It's like, every time I see her, I get this feeling, this pleasant feeling like I wanna spend more time with her because she's like a source of validation for me. I think it's because she kinda want to spend time with me, she's interested in spending time with me, and that makes me feel very special, that makes me feel unique, that makes me feel appreciated. And yeah, so, I've started to spend more and more time with her. And I don't socialize with anybody else. I mean, not a lot. I don't talk a lot with other people. And, usually because other people seem boring and bland to me. It's like I have this habit of finding someone and sticking to this person, like a lot, and spending a lot of time with them. I used to do it with Kevin, but Kevin is always sleeping or on drugs. And, I would spend time with him, but it's gotten a bit boring or bland or uneventful. You know, he's seriously ill. He's got schizophrenia. And, I don't know, I spend less time with him. And now I spent a lot of time with Barbara, the old lady. And I'm worried because I think that I am subtly trying to insert myself into her life or use her as a prop to make myself feel better. It doesn't mean that I'm doing anything seriously wrong. And to be honest, I think I'm mostly worried about the optics. Because a young man hanging with an old lady from time to time is alright, it's okay, it's healthy. But a young man who doesn't talk with anybody except an old lady and spent an inordinate amount of time with that old lady is kinda strange.
But at the same time, she's the only person around here that I actually tolerate. I live in a group home and all the other ones, they're so fucking weird and antisocial and badly behaved. And they don't get me. They don't try to get me. They actually try to pull me down to their level. But it's true, I don't spend enough time with other people. Maybe I should. Maybe it would be good for me. I can sense my own anger and my own hatred that says "no, fuck these people. I'm going to rinse this old woman and suck the life force out of her. I do whatever the fuck I want and I'm going to use her". I always thought this was in the back of my mind but that I kept it well under lid, but now I'm not sure anymore. So that's the thing is that I know I have these thoughts and behaviors, but I usually, I never act on them. I see them and then I stop them.
But maybe on sub, subconscious level, I am still using her. I am still tricking her. I am making her my little creature who's dependent on me and who wants to spend time with me. Maybe it's all in my head and I'm blowing it up out of proportion. Maybe I'm calling myself a freak. I'm thinking of myself as a freak, like a weirdo who spends time with old ladies because he wants to suck the life force out of them. I don't know if that's what I am, but I'm worried this is what I'm doing. I don't know if I'm just judging myself like that or if indeed I am crossing a line, like an ethical line. She may be not aware of it, but I am. I think I need to make some friends and talk to other people. It's really hard for me to spend time with anybody that I don't find particularly interesting or people that challenge me.
I'm thinking I may need to spend time with other people, otherwise this is going to look weird. If I didnt care about looking like a freak, I would probably keep doing it, but there is also an honest part of me that wants to do right (let's hope)
EDIT: it was a narcissistic psychosis and I projected on everyone. People thought we went to smoke weed in secret that s why people were acting weird and being concerned, not because they thought we were kissing in secret
I successfully went strict No Contact with my ex (a lower mid-range somatic narcissist) after about a year and a half together. The hardest and most surreal part is that I did it right in the middle of a very calm, affectionate period.
I just vanished from his life completely. No final argument, no closure, no explanation whatsoever. I blocked him everywhere, and I preemptively blocked his family and his entire circle of friends so no one could reach out to me. Logically, I know I did the right thing to protect myself, but the emotional withdrawal is completely overwhelming right now.
Here is what I am struggling to heal from, and I’m hoping some of you have advice on how to navigate this:
Has anyone else experienced this specific kind of mental torture after a sudden escape? How do you break the addiction to the "theory" and stop the intrusive thoughts? Any advice on letting go of the guilt would be so deeply appreciated. Thank you.
I think I’ve finally accepted that I need to leave my partner, but emotionally I still feel trapped by guilt and pity.
He fits the vulnerable/covert narcissist profile almost perfectly: shame-driven lying, emotional avoidance, victim mentality, inability to tolerate accountability, chronic need for external validation, sudden coldness after intimacy, compartmentalization, rewriting reality, and endless confusion whenever difficult conversations happen.
What destroyed me wasn’t screaming or obvious cruelty. It was the constant psychological instability.
If I brought up something painful, he would suddenly become confused, exhausted, vague, or “unable to remember.” If I caught him lying, the story would change three different times. If he felt ashamed, he would disappear emotionally or become strangely detached. Sometimes he would become incredibly loving right after hurting me, which kept me emotionally hooked.
I slowly realized that almost any emotional discomfort could become a justification for him to seek validation elsewhere. Feeling criticized, ashamed, bored, inadequate, lonely, rejected, stressed, emasculated, exposed… anything. It always felt like there was an invisible escape hatch leading away from intimacy and responsibility.
One of the hardest parts is that he genuinely does seem emotionally damaged underneath all this. I don’t think he wakes up planning to manipulate people. I think he survives psychologically by avoiding reality, splitting emotions off, lying reflexively when ashamed, and chasing reassurance anywhere he can get it.
But the result for me has been devastating.
I became hypervigilant. I analyzed every inconsistency. I stopped trusting my own perception. I spent years trying to “understand” him compassionately while my own emotional safety slowly disappeared.
And now I’m facing a horrible reality: if I leave, I honestly think his life could collapse.
He is intellectually limited, financially unstable, deeply emotionally dependent, and physically not someone who naturally attracts attention or support where he lives. I know this sounds harsh, but it’s part of why I stayed so long: I felt like I was holding together someone who might not survive emotionally without me.
At the same time, staying feels like slowly destroying myself.
How do you leave someone like this without completely crushing them? How do you carry the guilt of knowing they may never build a stable life after you? And how do you stop feeling responsible for saving someone who keeps hurting you while also seeming deeply broken?