I Was Convinced I Was A Narcissist. I Finally Learned The Truth And It Set Me Free.
It was 1 a.m. on a Sunday. My phone lit up my dark room as I sat on the edge of my bed googling, “Am I a narcissist?”
I added “signs,” and then “symptoms,” as if I were trying to diagnose myself with something contagious.
I’d spent the hour prior to my search spiraling about the 23 unread WhatsApp messages at the top of my screen. Some were days old. Some were months old. One contained a voice note that I received three weeks earlier, and I still couldn’t bring myself to listen to it. Others were group chats making plans I hadn’t responded to.
I added “signs,” and then “symptoms,” as if I were trying to diagnose myself with something contagious.
I’d spent the hour prior to my search spiraling about the 23 unread WhatsApp messages at the top of my screen. Some were days old. Some were months old. One contained a voice note that I received three weeks earlier, and I still couldn’t bring myself to listen to it. Others were group chats making plans I hadn’t responded to.