The Final Collapse
A narcissist doesn’t live in the same reality as everyone else. They live inside a story, sort of, that they have written, directed, and starred in. And in that story, they’re always the hero, the genius, the victim, or, worst, the savior, whatever gets them the most attention and control. Their ego isn’t just inflated. It is engineered, built brick by brick to protect the fragile, shame-filled core they buried long, long ago.
But the catch is that reality only works as long as everyone else agrees to play their role. The moment people stop playing along, for example, when partners leave, when children grow up and see through the lies, like I did, when coworkers stop tolerating the behavior, the whole structure starts to fall apart.
And when that happens, it does not just feel like rejection. It feels like reality itself is betraying them. The narcissist starts losing the ability to tell what is real and what’s constructed. The lies they have told for years, even to themselves, start clashing with the facts they cannot control.
So they start questioning their narrative, but not with insight or humility, with confusion and panic. “Why is everyone turning against me? Why is the world so unfair? Why is this happening to me?” They do not think, “Maybe I did something wrong.
Maybe I did it to myself.” They think, “How dare they?” And that is where the ego begins to crack. The grand story they built the perfect parent, the loving partner, the brilliant success, the innocent victim, the innocent predator it no longer holds. It doesn’t stand up to reality. And reality is merciless. This collapse is beyond psychological. It’s spiritual.
The narcissist begins to feel like a ghost inside their own body. They die before death. They do not recognize who they are anymore because who they were was never real to begin with. It was a mask that worked, and now it is not.
Continue reading on the next page
Sharing Is Caring!
