Have you ever had to ask yourself this question? Especially when the hell you’re going through doesn’t look like anything positive can possibly come out of there?
Before I met my narcissist partner I was all insecurity, low self-esteem, low self-confidence….and all the lows you can imagine.
In fact I really felt so bad about myself; when he came love-bombing me I thought I’ve got the lever out of hell. He made me feel like a queen. But then, the bomb fell. He showed his hidden colors.
It was like I’d been taken up Mount Everest and then let down to crash into the rocks down the valley. I was in a worse state than he met me. Then I thought “If I do what he wants, he’ll stay and be the man he used to be”. All my efforts where but in vain.
Then the therapy started. I started searching for help; what kind of man can possible do this to a woman. Then I discovered narcissism. I studied it; I dissected it and labeled its parts. And then I knew the disease I’ve been suffering from.
When the diagnosis is correct, there is hope yet for the victim.
I’ve been on the healing journey and I just want to let the world know this;
- I’ve been healed of more than just the narcissistic abuse. Learning to get over it has helped me to build my self-confidence, self-worth and a sense of purpose and direction in life.
- I know what I want and I’m ready to go for it. I won’t settle for less.
- I’ve learned to take care of myself: feeding, dressing, relationships, relaxation…I really feel stronger and more confident than ever before.
He took me up Mount Everest and let me come crashing down. Once I had my back on the ground, I had no other option but to start a slow but steady climb to victory. I love the new me; I just love it here where I am.
Thank you Mr. narcissist. What you meant for evil, God has turned it for my good.
I look back and I see a mountain of love, a room full of care
I’m speechless…you’ve been so wonderful all year round
You may not know it, but because of you I’m called a blogger
I’m a writer because you are the reader
You amazed me with you faithfulness
Your support kept me going
I always found the strength to come back
Because I knew you were waiting
Expecting yet another post
So I found the courage to come back
Even when I had to crawl on my belly
A big thank you to all my followers, readers, friends…
You made my year and I just want to say THANK YOU..DANKE…MERCI…
Be generous with your smile this season
Someone is lonely, hurting, in pain.
They need the strength to face another day.
Don’t take it for granted that this is a season of joy
Some are still searching for that magic moment
Others are trying to balance that equation
That equation you get so easily.
Let someone know you care.
Give that smile away.
Go for the roses. God will take care of the thorns.
The events surrounding the birth of John the Baptist were quite interesting and breath-taking. Be it the appearance of the angel to Zachariah, the visit by Mary and the baby’s reaction still in the womb, Zachariah’s dumbness and the naming of the baby; all these events were very peculiar.
But what I want to look at here is the particular incident where relatives and friends of the family showed up at the naming ceremony with a name for the child. “And it came to pass, that on the eighth day they came to circumcise the child: and they called him Zachariah, after the name of his father” (Luke 1:59). I do not doubt the good faith that characterised this action especially as everyone was rejoicing with this family. But I want to warn against the habit of naming people’s babies.
You know a few details about my life, my background and my family history. You saw me grow up and you know a little about my struggles; then you begin to think that you are qualified to name my baby, to determine where I should school, who I should marry, how many kids I should have and which car I have to drive. You do not care to ask me what name I want to give my baby because you already have one for him. He will be called Zachariah like his father; he will be called poverty like his father, she will be called harlot just like her mother, she will be called failure like her sister… and the list continues.
Thank God Elizabeth is a woman with revelation; thank God Zachariah has been in intimacy with God; thank God for their ability to say no to the suggestions of human logic and wisdom. Otherwise, they would have named their baby after public opinion and the child’s destiny would have been compromised. I don’t care whether there never was a John the Baptist in my family before, I don’t care if no one ever went to College, own a company, ride a car, buy a house…, all I know is that I have met God in the most holy place and He has told me some really ground breaking things. I may not be qualified for it but He said it and that settles it. My baby will be called John the Baptist and not Zachariah, period.