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.