Our Victim Story as an Entitlement Cage

We have been hurt.  We have been wronged.  We were born into a painful situation.  We have a chronic ailment.  We were born into an unjust social status. We have survived some relatively horrible experience.

And in the relative, it may indeed be true.

We survived and have managed to navigate this “human existence” and the way we have survived, we tell ourselves, is through telling our victim story over and over to the point that it is our identity.   And THEN, more importantly, we find others who are sympathetic to that story who will understand that NOW the world OWES us…  something…  anything…

Then we wash…  rinse…  repeat…

This does work as a “survival strategy” for a while.  It might, at first, when people are listening to our story with compassion, heal some of the wounds slightly, which emboldens us to find more people to tell the “story of me” to.

But very soon something horrible happens.

We believe our story.

We believe that we are a powerless victim whose only safety is the charity of others.

We believe that we are this unhealed wound and so we make no strides to mend it.

In short, we have turned our victim story into a cage of torture.

Charity isn’t enough anymore.  People saying “there…  there…  you poor poor thing…” doesn’t work anymore.

AND, lastly, we might be addicted to the rage that that identity entitles.  Rage is a powerful “NO!” that we scream at the world and in many instances, it WORKS.  People bow to it.  They back down and try to appease us.  And in those instances, we find our only experiences of personal power.

We are not responsible for the energy we bring into rooms. 

More and more people, over time, find ways of leaving our lives. 

Until we are alone - in our cage of victimhood and powerlessness.  Our old unhealed wounds will no longer be ignored.  We stare into the abyss and wish for death.

There is a VERY fortunate truth here and that is we might have finally suffered enough.

We might have had enough pain and misery and we MIGHT be willing to listen to the advice of a psychology professional or a spiritual teacher.

But we will have to let go of this “security blanket” in the form of rage and “my victim story as my identity” to do so.

And it’s frightening.  Because this IS the world that hurt us in the first place.  And we simply don’t trust it to assist in our healing.  And we can’t take our “victim story” and rage into any true freedom.

This is the crossroad where we have to choose:  freedom or misery?

Which one will you choose?