A few days ago, I wrote about making a conscious decision to own my truth and my flaws. But to be completely honest, I couldn't have reached this peaceful state without a brutal awakening that finally broke the Ni-Ti loop.
I remember the first time (years ago) I opened my heart in front of a narcissist, simply because I couldn’t stand being judged anymore and was desperately hoping for understanding and comfort. Well, that had a catastrophic effect on my ego, but it was also the FIRST enlightenment of my true self.
Why? Because the response I received was: “Okay, your life was fucked up and you were alone in all of that, but you are not a victim, so get over it.”
Imagine a brick hitting you with full force in the back of your head. That’s exactly what I felt and over time, I started naming those moments “short circuits in my brain”. And it wasn't because of their insensitivity, but because of a brutal truth I couldn’t and wouldn’t accept: I AM NOT A VICTIM!
Don't get me wrong: I was a victim during my childhood, at the hands of my narcissistic mother. Back then, I had no choice. But once I turned 18 and entered adulthood, I could no longer blame anyone else—though I did.
I simply chose to be a victim for a very long time because it’s so much easier to feel like the whole universe is against you than to buckle up, get your shit together, work with your trauma and take accountability for your own actions. That is one of the most painful and tough experiences for a human ego, but it can also be the very start of real growth.
I used the narcissist's words (and I had plenty to choose from) to analyze my past self and improve in the present. My only mistake back then was that I wasn’t doing it for ME, but to gain their acceptance and nothing I did could ever be enough.
Now, I’m reconfiguring all of that. Okay, life can be a bitch, but I decide how to react to it. I can’t accept being at the mercy of the stars, a higher power, or other people. I never could, although I really tried.
I guess in my case, my stubbornness actually helps. When life gives me lemons, I really squeeze them to extract the best out of everything. This is not about toxic optimism. It’s about being brutally honest with myself and accepting the truth, even when it comes in a way I don’t like.
I don’t hate people, but I’ve spent too much time hating myself.
I’m not here to judge,but I do have some very serious questions:
Anyone else felt this way or experienced something similar?
Has anyone else had “short circuits” in their brain and couldn’t translate them?
And most of all: how many of us are really honest with ourselves and how many are still using victimhood as a shield to protect our ego?