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Get help, not another friend to complain and whine to



Some people are just too toxic, even to themselves 

They are nice and sweet

Super friendly and might even put you first before them

But the level of toxicity they carry inside is way too much 

They always find ways to come out the victim in any conversation 

No matter how positive the conversation started, they will come out a victim before the end 

You might be having a neutral convo, yet somehow they become a victim, helpless and hopeless, you start preaching and trying to heal them

Turning you into a therapist or a psychologist when you just want to chat 

Have you ever began a conversation with gusto and so much energy, yet it ended with you feeling so drained and exhausted

Run from such people 

No matter how much advise you give them, you can't help them 

They will never take your advise 

They only want to hear it and feel the sympathy oozing from your insides 

They are addicted to pity

That's their favorite party, pityparty 

Even if there is no reason to pity them, they find ways to come out a victim so you can pity them 

They are hooked on pity 

Run, because it is exhausting being friends with someone who always play the victim in every circumstance.

If you are such a person

You are toxic and an abuser

You are not a victim 

You are a pity junkie

Get help from a professional 

Else you will lose all your friends and finally meet your match

Those who will ride on your pity and turn you into their victims

Just like there are people who love to be pitied 

There are others who love to punish and get aroused when you are at their mercy 

When that match happens...

It is finished!

No amount of prayer and fasting will save you

Because you are so hooked on the victim card, your abuser becomes both your Savior and your executioner. 

Get help, not another friend to complain and whine to


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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