I have spent more time than I care to admit staring in the Victim Olympics. I used to love a good pity party. My life was a constant reframing of Snow White, “…mirror, mirror on the wall, who was the most victimized of us all?” This wasn’t life; this was a tremendous waste of time. This wasn’t living. This wasn’t a life. I was trying to be. You name it, I was trying to be it. I spent years trying to be everything but me. That was my waste of time.