Even now, some part of you quietly carries the blame, for the way you were treated as a child, for relationships that fell apart, for love that left even when you tried everything to keep it. You've replayed it, picked it apart, searched for the moment you could have done differently.
I want you to know: you were doing your best with what you knew at the time, and so was everyone else, even when their best caused you pain. The shame you carry was likely handed to you long before you had the power to refuse it.
You do not have to keep holding a verdict that was never fair to begin with.
It was never all your fault. You are allowed to set the blame down.
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