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.
I get why you feel this way. Someone hurt you, probably deeply, and now you are watching them suffer. That scratches something real in people. You are not broken for having that reaction.
But do not confuse relief with healing.
What you are feeling is a release. It is your nervous system finally unclenching because the threat is gone and can never hurt you again. That is different from actually dealing with what they did to you.
If your peace depends on someone else’s suffering, it is fragile. What happens when that feeling wears off? Because it will.
Also, sitting in someone else’s tragedy and calling it “what fixed me” is going to twist you up over time. Not because you need to feel sorry for him, but because you are tying your identity to a moment of revenge instead of your own growth.
You do not have to feel compassion for him. You also do not need to celebrate this like it is your victory.
Take the quiet win that he is no longer in your life and cannot hurt you. Then go do the harder work of actually healing the part of you that got hurt back then. That means talking it out, naming what happened, and rebuilding your sense of safety and self worth without needing anything bad to happen to someone else.
Right now you feel lighter. That is real. Just do not stop here and call it done.