Some memories, some parts of our past, we can identify ourselves as the victim. The one who was wronged. The one who life was simply unfair to. Victimhood evokes an “oh woe’s me” attitude. It becomes a comfortable rut that the world is indeed out to pick on you; you weak, pathetic thing. I say comfortable loosely because this identity is anything but cozy.
Being a victim is hiding from our power. It is sitting under a blanket on the top of a mountain at sunrise and screaming, “no, you’re wrong, the world is dead and ugly.”
Because when we are victims, we do not accept the truth of the world. We ignore not only our potential, but who we are at that very moment.
When we clutch to the attitude of the victim, we accept that role for that time. There is no transforming a victim to a victory because you were indeed wronged. You were hurt in unexplainable ways. And why would a loving God do this to you? Yes, yes, you got it – the world is out to get out.
Just like stepping into victimhood, stepping out is a choice. Often our comforts within the victim sphere start young. It became an identity we attached to ourselves, either through family roles or perhaps the rough streets of the playground’s four-square court. Maybe it was even a taught role by a parent or role model. A warning to not be too optimistic in life because in the end you’ll remember you are meant to lose like a victim you are. Return to Start, don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.
We must honor ourselves when we have chosen this victim role. We cannot change what is done. We cannot make that victim of the past anything but a victim. Can you sit next to your childhood self eating lunch in the bathroom stall, again? Can you hug that little kid with its hands over their ears begging their parents to stop screaming? You were a victim here. Show love and generosity of heart to your young self that you have never known before.
However, as adults – we got options. Acknowledge that perhaps at this time you did not know any better. You did not understand your true nature nor your insatiable power. There isn’t anything to forgive yourself for because you did not know better. Say it with me: You did not know better.
Now. Now, you know. Take a far, far back glance at any of these patterns you vow to not repeat. How can you prevent this? Were there any warning signs from the environment or another party involved? How can you assure yourself of safety today? How can you foster growth now for a shinier tomorrow?
Our victim days are the steps we take to victorhood. There will perhaps be victim days in our future, but you better believe – far, far less. For you and me! Because life is done for us, not to us. Use these painful times as true lessons to transform your reality because you are worth far more than you know.
Affirmations: The worlds happens for me, not to me. I am made up of a multitude of experiences – from victim to victor to bystander to weird inbetweens. I recognize the divine light in myself, and I recognize the divine light in all I have felt wronged by. Thank you bullies, thank you abusers for showing me unacceptable forms of love. Thank you. I forgive you. I’m sorry. I love you.
Thanks.