I’m an empath, and I think narcissists are special. It may seem kind of silly, but the narcissist, the one so focused on how great they are, is actually profoundly wounded. Something in childhood got to them. It unraveled them. It damaged them. And so now they seek validation.
But here I am. I’m an empath. I’m a healer. I absorb what other people are feeling it and feel it as if it were my own. My own pain, my own anguish, my own hurt. Narcissists rarely know an empath’s boundaries. It makes us easy to bond with. We eat their pain like breakfast lunch and dinner.
What I always forget when I love a narcissist is that they’re takers. They don’t give much back. They look to you to fix them. They’re never fixed though. This leaves the empath now shattered and losing touch with their empathy. It’s how narcissists are born. It’s hard to escape from
At the end of the day, the narcissist is going to be manipulative. They desire deeply to be in a position of control. All an empath really wants is love and to be loved. I want to heal people. I want to care for people. But narcissists grow stronger from love like mine. Their damage is never healed, but they feel better about themselves.
But a narcissist never makes a true connection to their authentic selves. They will walk away from almost every relationship once they realize they can’t control their partner anymore. It’s no longer a fun game.