Narcissistic Abuse Realisation #2: The Devil Wore Spirituality

It hit me like a lightning bolt. All those Bibles she gave me, the prayers she insisted I recite, the meditations she swore would heal me, and the spiritual hand gestures she claimed would recharge my energy—none of it was genuine. She filled my world with books about spirits and enlightenment, pretending to lead me toward light and peace.

But beneath the surface, her so-called “guidance” was nothing but manipulation. Her spirituality was a mask, a tool to confuse and control. The truth was chilling: the person who preached about divine energy wasn’t guiding me to the light—she was the darkness. It was all a game to her, and I was just another pawn.