When people die, they usually feel sorry for what they have done. They regret their decisions and perhaps their life choices. No matter how bad they were, there is a moment of realization—a point where they understand their mistakes and know they have to surrender to God. They feel genuine remorse for the pain they caused. But a narcissist’s brain does not work that way, does it? Even on their deathbed, they cry not because of what they did wrong. They cry because of how they believe the world wronged them. Can you believe that? One inch away from death, they still cling to their selective lies, convinced they were always right. They only remember what others did to them, not what they did to others. At this stage, they become even more dangerous. They curse people and pray to God to punish those who did not fall for their manipulation or believe their lies. Even when facing death, their cunning does not stop. They still find ways to punish the very ones who did the most for them.
When most people face death, they soften. Their pride melts into humility. But for narcissists, pride is the last thing to die. Their ego becomes their oxygen. They use every breath to rewrite history in their favor, spinning stories about how they were betrayed, misunderstood, or taken advantage of. The fear of judgment terrifies them. Yet they cannot bring themselves to confess the truth. They would rather die innocent in their own imagination than admit guilt in front of God. In their final days, something extreme and unsettling happens. They don’t become humble or reflective like most people do when they know their time is up. Instead, they become restless. You will see them suddenly trying to contact people they once completely discarded. Why? Because they want to see if they still matter. They ask twisted, guilt-laden questions like, “Do you still care about me?” or “After everything I did, this is how you treat me?” It’s not remorse; it is control disguised as vulnerability. They’re not trying to make peace; they are trying to confirm that they still have emotional power left. And when they realize no one is listening anymore, that is when the actual panic sets in. The silence around them feels louder than any punishment. They can’t handle being irrelevant. So they start rewriting the story one last time. They turn victims into villains and themselves into martyrs. They’ll talk about how everyone abandoned them and how no one cared, conveniently forgetting the years of cruelty that pushed everyone away.
Yet despite all of this, there are five regrets every dying narcissist secretly has. And that’s what we are going to talk about in today’s episode.
Starting with the biggest regret of a dying narcissist: it’s not hurting people; it is that they did not fool them better. That’s what burns them inside out. They don’t think, “I wish I had loved more.” No, they think, “I should have hidden it better.” They replay moments where people started seeing through their lies—when their mask slipped, when someone finally stopped reacting, and they loathed themselves for losing control. In their twisted logic, loneliness is not the consequence of what they did; it’s a sign that people failed them. That’s entitlement in action. They sit there, surrounded by machines, realizing no one is left to call. The same people they mocked, used, and drained now live peacefully without them. That silence hits harder than death itself. The nurses do not care about their charm because their words do not command power anymore. And their tears do not move anyone. For the first time, they see that fear was never love. And they have nothing left to offer—no stories, no control or mask, just a trembling hand that no one reaches for. What kills them before death is not the illness or old age; it’s the humiliation of being seen as helpless. The loss of power feels worse than dying. They spent their whole life feeding on others, and now there’s no one left to feed from. Think about that. They look at their reflection, which is weak, small, and human. It terrifies them because, for the first time, they can’t pretend and cannot perform. They can’t lie their way out. All that is left is the truth they have run from all their life. That is beyond their ego—that behind all the ego, manipulation, and cruelty, there was never any strength—just emptiness wearing a mask.
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