Living With Narcissistic Personality Disorder

The Deviant Empire and its Mandate…the Other Soul

by

Eric Miller

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My life was lived with a narcissistic personality disordered wife, mother in law, daughter, and others. Dying came slowly…as death became me reeking of smoldering tales and lostness, delusions compiled like quakes after their tremors. As I crawled out of the rumble…it rubble encrusted me with a residue, my existence then…knowing what had to be done, became what is being written today.

It was my choice as first choices have it. I came to loathe more often than I wish to admit. The fallouts eroded me to want to create mayhem. I howled. I screeched. I was unhinged. There were no more truths, just tyranny and betrayal. My compass swirling, came a departure. My galaxy daunting, I let go…not relinquishing but defaulting. Wandering… not a day or one year or two but as time allowed, my discovery seeking what was always there.

My ego reigned supreme. Intuition vanquished, I thought I knew what was best. I wasn’t stupid or lame…as much as a fool unwilling to get out of his own way for a second or year or a decade. Best was now…the rest could wait as taking care of itself always had managed to do.