At first, it comes in waves. Some little than others, some more unobtrusive than others, and some strike so strong that they leave you unfit to relax. At the point when a toxic person has a hold of you, they will harm you with only contrary words and practices.
A toxic person will persuade that you are the darkest shade of dim, as they take each bit of shading left in you.
It doesn't make a difference to what extent you have known them, it doesn't make a difference the amount you adore them. You merit more than to diminish your light for the obscurity of another person. On the off chance that friendships and relationships are genuinely intended to be, they will assist you with growing, they will help dust you off when you've tumbled down and the terrible days won't keep going as long.
When you're in a toxic domain, you're caught inside a consuming room. You compel yourself to accept that there is no chance to get out, this is the way it should be and, "it'll improve."
Nobody ever got better from inhaling smoke.
Some days may seem better than others, the weight isn’t as heavy and your mind isn’t as hectic, you aren’t worrying about which version of them you are going to have to deal with and for once, you aren’t doing everything wrong.
But it all gets quiet before the storm hits again. And in times where you can almost see a way out, you have to remind yourself that a person who truly cares for you, a person who truly loves you, would never reflect their worst behaviours onto you, and if someone truly valued your heart, they would never allow you to believe that it is blackened.
A toxic person will feed off of your good energy and give you back the used remains of what once was, but it is up to you to take back what’s rightfully fucking yours.
