• What emotional void was I trying to fill in my relationship?
  • How was I trying to gain love and approval from my emotionally unavailable partner?
  • Which feelings within myself do I push away?
  • Where do the emotions reside in my body?
  • Where do my feelings of rejection/fear of abandonment/unworthiness stem from?
  • How were my emotional needs not met in childhood?

“When the empath and narcissist enter into a relationship together, it creates a magnetic, yet dysfunctional union because the empath gives to the point of complete and utter exhaustion. Profoundly disoriented, the empath is often destroyed by the relationship. This experience is painful and overwhelming but ultimately, the empath undergoes a soul awakening. The narcissist remains the same.”

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