You can’t fight what you can’t see.
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
Lurking. Watching. Waiting.
Every failed attempt to change. Every relapse. Every moment of helplessness. That wasn’t random. This was it. Pulling the strings while you thought you were free.
The parasite is a psychic virus. It doesn’t think like you—it feeds. It feeds on your impulses, your fears, your weaknesses. And like any parasite, its survival depends on staying hidden. If you never see it, you never fight it. If you never fight it, you remain its host.
This entity is born from the shadow—the unconscious mind. If the unconscious is left in the dark for too long, it grows into something separate from you. A hidden force with its own agenda. It starts as a whisper. A subtle nudge toward self-sabotage. Then it becomes a pattern; a cycle of failure you can’t break. For some, this becomes full possession of the psyche. You watch yourself make destructive choices, but you’re powerless to stop.
And yet, you think it’s you.
You’ve felt it before. The moment you thought you were in control, only to watch yourself undo it all. The feeling of being pulled toward destruction, even when you swore you wouldn’t go back. The excuses, the justifications, the whispers in your mind.
Because the parasite doesn’t shout. It nudges. It rationalises. It makes corruption feel like kindness and discipline feel like suffering. It will make your worst impulses seem like self-care, and your best habits seem like a prison.
You’ve heard it whisper:
“You’ve been good lately, you deserve this.”
“Why are you even trying? This is just who you are.”
“Everyone has their vices. You’re not doing anything that bad.”
“You’ll stop when you feel like it.”
Every time you listen, you lose ground.
The parasite’s greatest weapon is deception. It hides behind your voice. It makes you believe its whispers are your own thoughts. It convinces you that this is just who you are, that these urges are normal, that resistance is against your nature.
But these are all lies.
It isn’t you. It never was.
You are a being of billions of independent cells; alchemy in motion. And just as white blood cells purge infection, your higher self has the responsibility to cleanse the mind of parasitic forces. But you must do the work.
Ask yourself:
Have you self-sabotaged something important?
Are you trapped in addiction: alcohol, porn, drugs, gambling, or impulsive behaviour?
Do you feel like something is pulling you back whenever you try to change?
If this resonates, then you already know the truth. And if you know the truth, then there is no middle ground. The parasite must be dragged into the light and burned.
The first mistake? Not seeing it for what it is.
For years, I mistook it for myself. I thought I was being accountable by owning my worst behaviours. I didn’t want to externalise blame onto some imagined force.
But this was the trap.
Because the parasite thrives in darkness. The moment you identify it, you are already in battle.
And once confronted, it will fight back.
It will tell you to suppress it, ignore it, bury it.
This is another trap.
Suppression only drives it deeper into the shadows. It will retreat, rebuild, and come back stronger.
You cannot suppress it.
You cannot bargain with it.
You must starve it.
You must reclaim your stolen energy.
This is not self-improvement.
This is war.
The parasite will exhaust you. It will lie, manipulate, and drag you to the brink. It will make you doubt every step forward.
You must be relentless.
It will not stop.
So neither can you.
The first strike: Observe. Name. Burn.
- Observe – Watch the parasite’s tactics. How does it try to control you?
- Name – Call it what it is. It is not you. It is an invader.
- Burn – Feel it squirm. Feel it weaken. Take back your mind.
When the compulsions hit hard, sit and wait.
That discomfort? It’s the parasite squirming as you starve it.
If it gets unbearable, mock it.
Ask if this is the best it’s got.
Because fear is its oxygen.
And when you deprive it of fear, it suffocates.
The pain is temporary. The parasite is temporary.
But your sovereignty is permanent.
The parasite does not sleep.
It waits.
For your guard to drop. For the hunger to return. For the moment you forget.
You cannot allow this.
Because the moment you stop fighting is the moment it starts growing again.
It waits for weakness.
It waits for hesitation.
It waits for you to slip back into blindness.
So don’t.
Burn the parasite.
And keep the ashes as a reminder.
Stay sharp.
Stay vigilant.
Stay free.
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate”.
— C.G. Jung