Playing the victim feels good sometimes. Evolution has done a lot in helping us manipulate others to our benefit. Our victimhood becomes a part of our identity. Cops broke my collarbone almost ten years ago so now that affects how I see all cops.
What happens if I say, I forgive those cops and want to move on? Does a little part of me die? Yes.
The part that dies is the part that found comfort in being a victim. It’s a blanket I’d probably be best served to give up.
Who You Could Be depends on your actions more than anything, are you making excuses or solutions?