Not Guilty, But Responsible.

Have you ever noticed how easy it is to blame?

Other people.

Circumstances.

The past.

Society.

Bad luck.

Even… life itself.

I know what I’m talking about—I’ve done it.

For a long time.In fact, I was pretty good at finding excuses or people to blame for my pain.

I was convinced that my unhappiness came from the outside.

From the people who had hurt me, from my parents, from my environment, from my relationships, from my failures.

I was constantly waiting for others to give me what I lacked.

Always expecting someone or something to come fix me, understand me, love me, validate me.

Then one day, everything shifted.

I realized that the only common denominator in all these situations, in all this pain… was me.

I was the one present in every single one of them.

The one who—often without realizing it—kept fueling what I claimed I no longer wanted to experience.

It hurt.

Because I could no longer easily blame others.

I had to stop lying to myself, stop finding excuses…

And start taking responsibility for what I was living.

Honestly, this realization was uncomfortable.

Disturbing.

But deeply liberating.

It forced me to face an essential truth:

What if I was the only one responsible for my life?

Not guilty.

But responsible..

Responsible for what I choose.

For what I tolerate.

For what I repeat.

For what I feed.

For what I avoid.

It’s not easy to hear.It stings a little.

Because it pulls us out of our victim mindset.

Because it means that what I experience… I allow it to exist.

Or I don’t interrupt it.

But it’s also the greatest freedom.

Because if I’m responsible, then I can choose something else.

I no longer depend on others’ opinions, their apologies, their changes, their recognition.

I can take the reins back.

And that is powerful.

Today, I want to share with you two realizations that deeply helped me at the time… and still guide me today.

The first is that taking responsibility for your life doesn’t mean controlling everything.It’s not about being perfect, or emotionless, or infallible.

It’s about accepting that —even when things slip through my fingers— I always have a choice in how I respond.

I can choose to honor my needs.

I can choose to shift my perspective.I can choose to move forward, even slowly.

The second is that responsibility is never a punishment.

It’s an act of love.

When I started to see myself as I really was —with my wounded parts, my patterns, my fears…

I also learned to look at myself with compassion.

To stop judging myself.

To tell myself: okay, I understand why I acted that way. But today, I have the power to choose differently.

That’s where real change begins.

So I ask you this question:

What if you also decided, today, to take back your responsibility?

Not to blame yourself.

But to free yourself.

To stop waiting.And to start creating.

✨ Questions you can ask yourself:

• In what areas of your life do you still tend to blame the outside world?

• What are you still tolerating, even though it’s causing you pain?

• What decision could you make this week to reclaim your responsibility?

• And what if taking responsibility became your greatest act of self-love?

  
  

✨ Ritual: The Responsibility Mirror

Each morning this week, stand in front of your mirror, look yourself in the eyes, and repeat this phrase (or adjust it to your liking):

“Today, I take back responsibility for my life. I am not guilty for my past, but I am free to choose what I create.”

Say it with sincerity. Even if a part of you still doubts.

Say it to anchor within you this quiet power that changes everything:

You are not what happened to you. You are what you choose to do next.

Lucas