fixing what was never broken

The way that blame seeps through our sense of self and distorts the ways in which we learn to accept ourselves, is very insidious. I don’t think we really see how toxic it actually is.

At it’s best, we’re reminded of how we might want to do differently next time - if adhering to a specific rule or expectation is what we see ourselves embodying.

But more often than not, we end up internalising all the ways we’re wrong and need to be fixed. All the ways we’ve been made to believe we must be broken.

Blame takes us further and further from our humanity, where every mistake we make is a reminder that being human would never be enough.