And here’s the real gut punch: the moment you really get to the narcissist, just take away the attention. Remove the validation. Let them feel like no one cares. That’ll break them; that’ll make them crumble. Without that supply, without that constant adoration, they’ll be lost. Some of them will even fall into depression and maybe even suicidal thoughts, because without that attention, they don’t see a point to their life anymore. They’ve built everything on that need for validation, and when it’s gone, they crumble, plain and simple.
So remember, folks, when you’re dealing with a narcissist, keep in mind the aging process isn’t kind to them. It strips away what they’ve clung to all their lives. In the end, they’re left with nothing but bitterness and anger. And believe me, that’s a road they can’t walk alone.
As the years creep in and the narcissist begins to feel their strength fade, something starts to crack deep within them. You see, they don’t have the fight in them the way they used to. They don’t see much to fight for anymore. They don’t cherish life the way many of us do. Their value was always in the things that could be taken, used, and consumed—money, attention, power. Without those things, they begin to unravel, and it’s not pretty. You can almost feel the weight of their despair when they start to lose it all. Their looks fade, their health declines, and without the rush of admiration and control, they spiral.
They don’t know how to live without the constant rush of validation. If they don’t have the money, the fancy cars, the houses, the admiration, they feel like there’s no purpose in life anymore. You know what happens next. Either they’ll lash out at whoever is left around them, tormenting them for their own lack of satisfaction, or they’ll fall into the depths of depression, thinking there’s no point left in living.
I remember knowing one narcissist in their final years—a strong, dominating figure once—but as time wore on, they started to collapse. They couldn’t keep up with the life they once had. They were sick, weak, trapped in a body that no longer did what it once did. I’ll never forget hearing them say, “I just want to die.” The pain in their voice was palpable. Why? Because for them, without that constant dopamine rush, life was meaningless. They didn’t find joy in family or relationships; they didn’t appreciate the quiet moments of love and care. No, for them, life only had meaning if they could grab, take, and dominate. And without that, they were lost.
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