Snatched From The Claws Of A Narcissist

 Introduction:

 When Mercy Meets a Narcissist

By Anuri Mabel

Some wounds don’t bleed, but they bruise the soul.

Some prisons have no bars, but you can feel them tightening every day.

This is the silent pain of living with a narcissist — someone who loves only the image in their own mirror, and needs others only as reflections of that self.

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But before we go on, let me begin with grace.

A narcissist is not a monster. They are a deeply broken person. Often, beneath the surface of pride, manipulation, charm, and cruelty lies someone who has never felt truly safe, truly loved, or truly known. Yet the damage they cause is real, and it runs deep. They build walls, then call it love. They leave scars, then deny they hurt you.

To define it plainly:

> A narcissist is someone who lives in a constant hunger for admiration, control, and validation — often at the expense of those closest to them. Their world is built around themselves, and everyone else exists to serve their ego.

If you have ever loved a narcissist — as a parent, a partner, a pastor, a friend — then you know the confusion. You gave everything, yet were always wrong. You forgave endlessly, yet were never safe. You loved deeply, but were slowly erased.

This book is not written with hate. It is written with mercy. Mercy for those who’ve been used and discarded. Mercy for those still entangled in charm and control. And yes, even mercy — hard as it may be — for the narcissist themselves.

I write this as someone who knows. I write it with trembling honesty. I write it for you, and I pray every page becomes a quiet light in your dark places.

Because healing begins the moment you whisper, “That wasn’t love.”

And strength returns when you say, “But I will love myself again.”