We Can’t Heal Narcissists

This entire journey into a wilderness of deep darkness and confusion has mirrored back to me every single hurt and pain I’ve ever carried. And I’ve asked why a million times – praying to God the Father. I end up here with this one truth:

We can’t heal a narcissists. These have been given over to a retrobate mind and have made a choice to chase this world rather than to love the living. The Bible teaches us that this would happen in the last days; men would be lovers of self. The directive and command is to “have nothing to do with them.”

My wanna-be savior complex has nearly taken my own life away. I’ve poured into people who simply aren’t capable of love or emotion. Their hearts are dark and cold. They take and they keep taking because they never are satisfied. They don’t have the ability to see the harm they cause because they don’t have the ability to see another as a life that matters.

The more they lose the colder they become and more detached. They thrive on the pain and the tears of others and they feel no remorse. They aren’t like us. They are truly a different species and I thought I could be a bridge but all I’ve learned from this all is that I simply can’t. Jesus is the savior, I’m not. And there is no trial, tragedy, loss, sickness or shaking that can change the inside of a person. In tragedy the substance of what is within comes to the surface. I’ve seen it bring out the darkness in my mother, my ex-husband and in this guy who’s another face of the same spirit here in California.

So tonight I just want to be obedient to the word once and for all. I will have nothing to do with them.

I pray the Lord gives me back all of the lost time I’ve spent chasing after something impossible. I pray the Lord gives me a home, a good job and returns Drako to me. I pray that I am guarded with a new protection against these dark ones and that I never again fall into a connection of any kind with one of them.

I pray the Lord defeat all of my enemies and restore my faith in Him as he is not the one who hurt me but rather the one who keeps rescuing me from death by their traps time and time again.

I pray that I know who I am and let no one steal my crown.