The idiot got himself into a nasty accident while riding his motorcycle drunk. He won’t be able to walk again and seeing his picture in a wheelchair has healed my soul better and faster than years of therapy.
I feel like experiencing some karma in this messed up world has cured my depression and people have noticed my mood change. I just can’t tell them why i’m so happy.
Oh, dear. This is a tricky one, isn’t it? You’ve been carrying a deep wound from high school, and now that the person who caused it has suffered a catastrophic injury, you feel… relief? Maybe even vindication? That makes sense. But before we uncork the champagne, let’s pause for a moment.
What you’re feeling isn’t as rare as you might think. It’s called schadenfreude—pleasure at someone else’s misfortune—and while it’s understandable, it’s also a trap. Right now, it feels like you’ve been given a front-row seat to cosmic justice. But real justice—the kind that actually frees you—isn’t about someone else suffering. It’s about you letting go.
Let’s be clear: I’m not telling you to feel bad for your former bully. He made reckless choices and is now living with the consequences. That’s his burden. But what worries me is the power you’re still giving him. Your happiness shouldn’t hinge on his downfall any more than your past pain did. Otherwise, he’s still controlling your emotions—just in reverse.
So, where do you go from here? Enjoy your improved mood, but don’t let it be dependent on his misery. Instead, focus on why this has been so healing for you. Is it because you finally feel seen by the universe? Because it feels like an old injustice has been righted? If so, then take this moment not as a reason to gloat, but as an opportunity to move on.
If you let yourself be defined by your bully’s fate, you’re still stuck in high school. And you deserve better than that.