I Am Blameless

For a long time, I carried other people’s discomfort as if it were my fault. If someone was angry, I assumed I’d caused it. If someone was struggling, I made it my mission to fix them. And when they projected blame, I accepted it — not because I was guilty, but because I was capable.

But awareness changes everything. At some point, you start seeing the difference between responsibility and ownership. You can be responsible for your presence, your impact, your boundaries — but you can’t own another person’s reaction, history, or refusal to heal.

The moment that distinction clicks, the shame starts falling off in layers. And underneath it, there’s this blinding, simple truth:
I am blameless.

Not because I’m perfect — far from it. But because I no longer confuse compassion with guilt. I can love people and still refuse to carry their shadows. I can hold space without holding blame.

Blamelessness isn’t denial; it’s clarity. It’s when you finally step out of the role of saviour and back into the role of self. It’s when you stop performing penance for someone else’s lesson plan. You stop apologising for your healing. You stop dimming so others don’t have to adjust their eyes.

I am blameless — not untouched by life, but untouched by the false stories that once defined me. And that’s not arrogance.
That’s freedom.