We were raised with a victim’s mentality.

It wasn’t our fault and never is.

But, I’m tired of playing the victim.

I’m tired and can never win.

This happened and that happened.

They did me wrong.

But, how do I stop and release myself from this mindset? How do I grow up?

There’s a child inside me that refuses to mature.

There’s a hurt little child that life was unkind to, and no, it’s not fair.

I’m a victim to my depression and I’m a victim to my past.

How much longer will this victim role last?

One day I’ll be above this.

One day I’ll overcome this.

One day I won’t be a slave to my mind.

Mental illness won’t be a part of me.

Is it wishful thinking or reality?

One day, when I’m dead and free from this body-

Don’t worry, I’m not suicidal. It’s just the facts.

This fallen world won’t make it into heaven.

When I see Jesus face to face, I’m going to cry in his arms a cry of relief because all my pain will be no more.

I won’t have a victim’s mindset.

I’ll be an over comer, a conquer.

And when that day comes, to those left here on earth-

don’t cry. Be happy for me because I’ve finally won the battle and I’m finally at peace.

But, for now, I’ll deal with each day that passes by so slowly.

I’ll deal with the winter so cold.

I’ll cry heavy tears all while feeling emotionally numb.

Yes, I play the victim.

I grew up this way.

One day-

I hope things will change.

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