"James has lost the plot."

The intricate dance between a stalker and their victim is often portrayed as a one-sided fixation, where the stalker harbours an unhealthy obsession with their prey. 

Yet, the dynamic is far more complex. 

As a victim of a stalker, I have come to understand that I am not merely an object of fascination but the very axis upon which my stalker’s existence revolves. 

This harrowing realisation has unveiled a sinister symbiosis where my identity and presence fuel the essence of my stalker’s being, leaving me grappling with the unsettling notion that without me, my stalker would be nothing.

From the outset, my stalker’s interest appeared as a series of minor intrusions—unexpected tweets, reports to social media, and negative chatroom remarks that gradually morphed into a relentless pursuit. 

Now I endure anonymous referrals to social services, stalking by proxy and police arrests at the hands of false and malicious allegations, orchestrated by my stalker's obsession to destroy my life.

This evolution marked a significant shift, transforming my daily life into a meticulous ballet of avoidance and fear. My every action, location, and emotion became the lifeblood of their existence. 

My stalker’s obsession grew not just from their actions towards me, but from my responses, my attempts to reclaim normalcy, and my visible distress. In this parasitic relationship, my terror and vigilance were as vital to them as oxygen.

Understanding this dependency illuminates the disturbing notion that my stalker’s identity is intricately bound to mine. Each step I take is shadowed by their footsteps; each breath I exhale is mirrored by their inhalation of my fear. 

In many ways, my life has become the script they follow, with every twist and turn dictated by my moves. 

The more I try to distance myself, the tighter their grasp becomes, creating an inescapable loop of pursuit and flight. 

This relentless chase signifies more than just obsession—it underscores a vampiric reliance where my existence validates theirs.

This dynamic brings forth an uncomfortable but profound truth: my stalker’s sense of self is contingent upon my existence. Stripped of my presence, their identity crumbles, revealing the stark emptiness that they are desperately trying to fill. 

This realisation is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it grants me a semblance of power, an understanding that their fate is intrinsically tied to mine. 

On the other, it imposes an immense burden, for my liberation from their grasp would obliterate their reason for being, leading to unpredictable and potentially dangerous outcomes.

The symbiotic nature of our relationship has forced me to reconsider the boundaries of identity and influence. It raises questions about the extent of control one can exert over another’s life and the ethical implications of such power. 

Should I feel pity for my stalker, knowing their existence hinges on mine? Or should I be resolute in severing this toxic bond, despite the possible consequences for both of us? 

These questions reflect the moral and psychological quandaries that victims of such obsession must navigate.

In this twisted liaison, the line between victim and oppressor blurs. My stalker’s dependence on me for their sense of self blurs the lines of autonomy and agency. 

I have become their lifeline, their muse, and their tormentor, all against my will. This reality thrusts me into a position of reluctant power, where my actions can either perpetuate their existence or dismantle it. 

Such power is neither sought nor desired, yet it is a burden I must carry as part of my struggle for freedom and peace of mind.

The unsettling symbiosis of stalker and victim reveals a profound and disturbing facet of human relationships. As a victim, I am not merely an object of obsession but the keystone of my stalker’s existence. 

This revelation is both a curse and a key—understanding this dynamic may pave the way to reclaiming my life and breaking free from the grip of fear. 

However, it also compels me to confront the uncomfortable truth about the interconnectedness of our lives and the complex web of dependency that binds us together. 

My stalker may be nothing without me, but in my fight for liberation, I must navigate the treacherous path of disentangling our fates.