Unintentionally hurting someone does not excuse you from causing that hurt.
Intention is important, but it isn’t everything.

My circumstances are mine to manage,
this is true.
But that doesn’t mean it isn't overwhelmingly unfair to be handed this broken vase of a life and be told that it is now mine to piece back together.
I didn’t do this all to myself.
I didn’t get to this place alone.
I wasn’t driving the car that caused the crash,
but I was sitting in the passenger seat.
So no, technically speaking the injuries I sustained weren’t my fault, but they are now mine to deal with;
mine to take care of;
it's my responsibility to heal the wounds I didn’t inflict,
simply because I didn’t know any better than to get in the car.
I trusted a driver I shouldn’t have, but that life I guess.

when other people hurt you, mislead you, betray you,
it is still, nevertheless, your responsibility to heal yourself,
and that is a hard truth to take.

it's weird you know,
to be in the same physical world as everyone else,
but still be entirely sure that you are worlds apart.

Life has a way of leaving us with little nicks.
Points of impact left on a windshield from kicked up stones;
Strong enough to withstand the unexpected assault,
But lacking the resilience to hold its composure after years of these microscopic erosions.
And like too much pressure on a wine glass, you shatter.
The defense you had is in pieces;
You become jagged where you used to be soft.
And I understand that no one wants to carry broken shards of glass in their hands.