How to Divorce Your Demons for Good
A No-Nonsense Guide to Breaking Up With Your Toxic Inner Roommates
We've all got that one demon we keep going back to like a toxic ex who knows exactly how to make us feel worthless AND like everything is our fault. Every time we go back, it gets worse. Here's how to finally block their number for good and be FREE from this BS.
Step 1: Recognize It's Time to Split
(The "We Need to Talk" Phase)
Signs Your Demon Has Become Your Toxic Ex:
It shows up uninvited to everything (your dates, your job interviews, that moment you're finally feeling good about yourself)
It gaslights you daily ("Remember when you failed that one time? You'll probably fail again")
You find yourself defending its behavior to friends ("Self-Doubt isn't that bad—it keeps me humble!")
Try This Tonight: Write a breakup letter to your demon.
Example: "Dear Perfectionism,
This relationship is toxic. You make me feel like nothing I do is ever good enough. You've isolated me from my creativity and convinced me that 'good enough' is failure. We're done.
— Me"
(This creates the emotional distance you need to see how fucked up this relationship really is.)
Step 2: Divide Your Emotional Assets
(Who Gets Custody of Your Self-Worth?)
The Fair Split:
You keep: The lessons, the strength you built surviving this shit, the ability to spot manipulation from a mile away
They take: The self-doubt, the limiting beliefs, the voice that says "you're too much" every time you laugh too loud
Pro Tip: When your demon tries to take what's yours: "Actually, Imposter Syndrome, that success IS mine. I worked for it. Your gaslighting doesn't get credit."
Step 3: Block Their Number (Mentally)
(No Contact Is Non-Negotiable)
The Ultimate No-Contact Plan:
Identify their manipulation tactics (guilt trips, future-faking, love-bombing you with false motivation)
Install mental blocking software (mantras that actually work, friends who call out the bullshit)
Have a support system ready (therapy, that friend who reminds you who you are when you forget)
Scripts for When They Try to Come Back:
"That's emotional manipulation, Fear of Abandonment, and I don't negotiate with terrorists."
"Comparison Carla, I've heard this sob story. I'm hanging up now."
Step 4: Remember Who You Were Before Them
(The Healing Era)
Your Recovery Plan:
Reconnect with your pre-demon self (what made you happy before they convinced you everything was cringe?)
Try things they told you you'd be bad at (spoiler: they were lying)
Practice radical self-love ("What if I'm actually amazing?" beats "What if everyone thinks I'm annoying?")
New Relationship Status: "Single and fucking thriving. No longer accepting applications from toxic thought patterns."
Your Final Homework
Write the final breakup text (Example: "Self-Sabotage: We're done. I'm choosing myself now. Lose my number.")
Plan your single era (What will you do with all that mental energy you used to waste on them?)
Reply with your demon's restraining order (Best one gets featured in my next post)
Final Thought: "Your demons had their chance to love you right. They chose manipulation instead. Now it's YOUR turn to be the main character in your own life."
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well isn't this article brilliant. you totally rocked my perspective on this Narcissist Asshole living in my brain. Best prompt ever: RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST MY BULLY "ALEX" - He/She/It Stalks me at all hours of the day and night. It shows up like a crow in the morning telling me it's going to be a shit day and literally shits on me. It appears in my mirror telling me I'm a fat goblin and shouldn't have eaten that brownie last night because none of my jeans fit anymore. It shows up at the window while I have sex with my boyfriend telling me he can see the cellulite on my ass and already has another hot young bitch lined up and that's why he didn't come over last night but came to pity fuck me now because he knows I'll kill myself if he leaves me. Alex shouts at me from behind the counter at the liquor store to buy the vodka, the wine, the tequila and cigarettes because I might as well die today, tomorrow will be worse. And she spends all my money buying shit I will never use or wear because I need it all to feel better about myself and she/he/it definitely tells me I'm the worst writer who ever lived before I hit post on every Substack article I spit out. -The End. Signed and dated, Cyn the bougie hippie
The exact right article at the exact right time. Mucho gracias!