Thank You for Shooting: How Being Everyone's Target Became My Superpower

Thank you for shooting at me.

I mean it. Every single one of you who took aim... thank you.

To the family who made me their scapegoat before I could tie my shoes. To the partners who smiled while loading their weapons. To the lovers who needed me broken to feel whole. To the colleagues who couldn't stand watching a woman refuse to apologize for her brilliance.

Thank you.

Because your gunfire taught me to dodge bullets in my sleep. Your ambushes developed my supernatural ability to smell betrayal before it enters the room. Your need to see me fall showed me exactly how high I could rise.

This week, standing in the smoke of another failed assassination attempt on my spirit, I finally understood: Being everyone's target wasn't my curse. It was my training ground.

The Death of Victimhood

If there is any one thing being called for in this next leg, it is the awareness around that we are not a victim. This is the hardest pill to swallow. The most bitter medicine. The truth that changes everything: We are not victims. Not of our childhood. Not of our circumstances. Not of the shooters. Not even of ourselves.

The moment we, as individuals truly understand this... not intellectually, but in our bones ...everything shifts. The entire narrative we've been living collapses. And with it, every excuse, every blame, every story about why we can't be who we came here to be.

Victims need shooters. Creators don't. Victims need enemies. Conscious beings see teachers. Victims need to be right about being wronged. The awakened need to evolve.

The Alchemy of Opposition

They never tell us this: our enemies are our greatest teachers.

The family member who parentified me at seven? They taught me to read a room's emotional temperature in seconds. I can now sense a team's dysfunction before they've admitted it to themselves.

The business partner who tried to erase me from my own company? They showed me exactly where I'd been playing small, tolerating disrespect in the name of 'collaboration.' Their betrayal forced me to claim my full authority.

Each shooter thought they were taking something from me. Instead, they were burning away everything that wasn't actually me.

This next leg of humanity's journey isn't asking us to heal from what happened to us. It's asking us to take radical responsibility for what we do with what happened to us.... in knowing it all happened for us. To alchemize every wound into wisdom. To transform every attack into activation.

The Gratitude

So thank you. Really.

Thank you for shooting, for penetrating my spirit, for breaking my will, for allowing what was happening to continue to remember why my ego must die, in every situation, in every shortfall, in every avail.

What it taught me is that I am not a victim, and I am not here in this state of being now for no reason. And even though the reasons never appear in the moment.....

Thank you for showing me that my will needed to break... because it was built on the wrong foundation. A will constructed from fixing, saving, proving, earning. That will had to die for my true power to be born.

The victim story is seductive because it's real... terrible things did happen. People did betray us. Systems did fail us. But staying in that story is a choice. And that choice keeps us in the exact frequency where bullets can still hit us.

The reasons never appear in the moment. They couldn't. In the moment, all we feel is the impact. The shattering. The disbelief that this is happening again.

But later... sometimes years later... we see it... every bullet was perfectly aimed to destroy exactly what needed to die.

The Preparation Disguised as Pain

Life circumstances actually prepare us to step into our purpose... but only if we're brave enough to see them as preparation rather than punishment.

When we are open to look at our own patterns of behavior... that is where the magic happens. We discover a deep reckoning within ourselves. It's all about how we are being, who we are being, and how human behavior dictates we be a certain way because of our deeper programming.

What happens when we pull the once raveled string on our own behaviors?

Everything unravels. And that's exactly the point.

I pulled my first string when I caught myself at 2 AM, fixing someone else's crisis while my own life was on fire. The string led back through decades: the seven-year-old making sure siblings ate dinner. The teenager mediating parents' fights. The woman who attracted partners who needed saving. The CEO surrounded by people waiting for her to solve everything.

One string. Forty years of patterns.

When we drop the victim identity, we become dangerous in the best way. Dangerous to systems that require your submission. Dangerous to people who need us to be broken. Dangerous to the part of ourselves that's been hiding behind wounds instead of wielding them as weapons of transformation.

The Uncomfortable Truth

Here's what no one tells you about being everyone's savior: we need them to need saving. I was addicted to broken people. Broken systems. Broken situations. Not because I was noble... because broken things made me feel necessary. Every crisis was a hit of validation. Every emergency, proof of my importance. The shooters in my life weren't villains. They were mirrors. Every attack showed me exactly where I was still manipulating reality to feed my programming.

When we pull that string honestly... brutally honest ...we see the game we've been playing: I created shooters by being a target. I created dependency by being the only solution. I created drama by needing to be needed. This is what consciousness demands: Stop bleeding and start building. Stop explaining and start evolving. Stop needing the world to apologize and start thanking it for the perfect curriculum it provided.

No More Conformity

The deepest death is realizing we've been performing our entire life. Not just for others... for ourselves. No more conformity to be a certain way. No more being the strong one because a seven-year-old decided that was survival. No more being the fixer because that's what earned us the right to exist.

Do you know what happens when you stop conforming to your own programming? People lose their minds.

Because you're changing the physics of every relationship you've ever had. The person who always caught them isn't standing under them anymore. The person who always had the answer says 'I don't know' and means it.

They'll shoot harder. Faster. More desperately.

Good.

Because now we get to see who was relating to us versus who was relating to our performance. Who can handle our humanity versus who needs us to be their god. Who can evolve with us versus who needs us to stay broken so they can feel whole.

The Void That Calls

When we stop conforming to being a certain way—any certain way—we enter the void. But this void isn't empty. It's pregnant. The void is asking for us to understand the depth of who we are created to be, the position we are being asked to play, the role that has been waiting for us.

Not the role assigned by trauma. Not the position determined by survival. Not the identity constructed from other people's needs. Not the victim waiting for rescue.

The role that has been waiting for us since before the first shot was fired.

In that silence, I understood: I wasn't being prepared to withstand attacks. I was being prepared to stop being attackable. The role that's been waiting for me doesn't require armor because it doesn't exist in the battlefield. It exists in a frequency where bullets don't reach. Where victim consciousness can't survive. Where the old games simply don't apply.

The Ultimate Irony

Here's the cosmic joke I finally get: Bullets can be fired from all directions, and the irony is that they bounce off of those who choose consciousness.

When we're awake and open to truly awakening... we become bulletproof. Not because we're armored, but because we're transparent. The shots pass right through the space where our ego used to live. They can't hit what isn't there anymore. They can't wound someone who's dropped the victim identity completely.

The only bullets that hit us are the ones that are meant to awaken us.

Every shot that landed, every wound that scarred, every betrayal that brought us to your knees... those weren't random. Those were precision strikes from the universe, aimed exactly at what needed to die for us to live. Aimed at the victim story that was keeping us small.

And as long as we are open to understanding it all, we evolve.

That's the agreement. Stay open, keep evolving. Close down, keep repeating. The universe will keep sending shooters until we get the message, until we see the pattern, until we finally understand that we were never actually under attack... we were under construction.

The victim in us was under attack. The truth of us was being liberated.

So thank you for shooting. Thank you for the perfect aim. Thank you for refusing to let me stay asleep. Thank you for forcing me to drop the victim story and pick up my power.

Every bullet was a bell, trying to wake me up.

And I'm finally, fully, irrevocably awake, as I continue to awaken. :-)

For those still in the gunfire, still feeling targeted, still wondering why life keeps shooting: You're not being punished. You're being prepared. You're not a victim. You're a warrior in training. The question isn't 'why me?' The question is 'what is this trying to show me?'

Drop the victim story. Pick up your power. Stay open. The evolution is worth every wound.