There is a silent inheritance passed from the wounded to the world around them. A child broken by abuse grows into an adult with jagged edges, and if healing does not intervene, those edges will cut others. The victim who never confronts their pain may one day embody the very thing they feared. Not because they are evil—but because pain unprocessed becomes a parasite.
The Echo of the Wound
Pain doesn’t stay where it lands. It echoes—through thoughts, decisions, relationships. Trauma isn’t a scar; it’s a script. One that repeats itself in whispers: Don’t trust. Don’t feel. Control, before you’re controlled. Hurt, before you’re hurt again.
We often think of victims as passive, as forever weak and helpless. But that’s the lie. Pain doesn’t keep people fragile—it mutates them. The child who was never safe may grow into the adult who makes others unsafe. The one who was silenced may learn to dominate every room, not with confidence but with the tremble of unresolved fear.
And the worst part? They often don’t know they’ve changed.
Becoming What We Hate
There’s a terrifying moment in life when you hear your abuser’s voice—but it’s coming out of your own mouth. You see your actions, your reactions, and wonder, When did I become like them?
Victims are often told to move on, to forgive, to forget. But trauma isn’t erased by time. It’s hidden, until triggered. Unexamined pain festers, and eventually it finds an outlet—often in the very ways the pain first entered.
The bullied becomes the bully.
The cheated becomes the cheater.
The neglected becomes emotionally unavailable.
The controlled becomes controlling.
It’s not always obvious. It may come dressed as self-protection, ambition, strength. But underneath the armor is still the child, still bleeding.
The Illusion of Survival
Many harmful behaviors begin as survival strategies. Lying to avoid punishment. Manipulating to avoid rejection. Shutting down to avoid overwhelm. Controlling to avoid abandonment.
What starts as defense becomes default.
What was meant to protect becomes how we attack.
The victim is no longer running from pain—they’re repeating it.
And often, they’re praised for it. Our culture worships strength with no regard for the cost. We applaud those who rise, but we don’t ask what parts of themselves they had to kill to do so.
The Detour: Healing as Defiance
Here’s the truth no one likes to admit: healing is not natural. Pain is automatic. Wounding is easy. But healing? That takes warfare.
It takes looking in the mirror and naming what was done to you—and then what you’ve done to others. It takes breaking patterns you didn’t choose but have lived in so long they feel like home. It takes forgiveness—not to let others off the hook, but to release yourself from the cycle.
Healing is not soft. It’s not spa days and quiet walks. It’s brutal honesty. It’s reliving memories you’d rather bury. It’s asking for help when you’ve sworn to never depend on anyone again.
But it’s also the only way out.
Predators Are Not Always Monsters
Predators are not necessarily bad people. Most times, they simply and unfortunately got on the vehicle of victimhood, and they never encountered healing on this journey. The inevitable destination of that vehicle? Predatorship.
Abuse is not just an event. It is a seed. And if left unchecked, it grows. It grows up into the abused, and unless that person chooses to heal, that seed will replicate the abuser in them. Healing is the abortion of that seed. Without it, we are simply hosting the monster we swore we’d never become.
David, Find your ink
The Redemptive Choice
Victimhood is not an identity, but it is a starting point. What you do with it determines your legacy.
You will either become what hurt you,
or become what heals others.
There is no middle ground.
The difference is not fate. It’s not personality. It’s not privilege.
It’s choice—the conscious, courageous decision to heal.
And when you do, you become something rare in this world:
a survivor who didn’t just survive,
but broke the cycle.
A wounded soul who became a well.
A victim who became a healer.
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Have you seen this cycle in your life or the lives of others?
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