People move on after mistreating you. They're not sitting in a room thinking about you. Most of the time they move on and live perfectly fine after doing you dirty. So release yourself from the shackles of waiting for someone to regret how they mistreated you.
The point of healing is to become a fucking weirdo again. That’s the freedom you need. The freedom to be fucking unhinged and free from the torment of giving a shit what people think about it.
It's not worth the cortisol spike to argue with someone with high narcisstic traits. Their narratives don't reflect reality. Let your silence confirm you've unsubscribed from their delusion.
Sometimes my mental illness makes me look like a bad friend.
Late replies.
Cancelled plans.
Disappearing for weeks.
But I swear I care more than I can show I’m just drowning inside my own head.