It Was Never About Them

Pain doesn’t just live in your body.
It lives in the stories you tell yourself.
Stories that make you the victim.
Stories that keep you safe—but small.

You’re not scared of the pain.
You’re scared of what happens when you finally feel it.
Because once you do—your ego collapses.
The identity you built begins to crumble.

You’re raw. Exposed. Awake.
No more victimhood.
No more hiding behind blame.
Just you, feeling every ounce of it.

Blame is easy, but it never built anything.
Ownership is hard, but it builds everything.

Neediness. Emptiness. Lack. Longing.
You think you hide it,
but everyone feels it before you speak.

You blame others—not because of what they did,
but because facing your pain means facing yourself.

And that’s the hardest truth of all:

It was never about them.
It was always about you.

And that’s exactly where you begin to live.