Dear Someone: Your shoulders were never meant to carry the weight of circumstances beyond your control

Read this if you've turned self-blame into an art form, if you've spent years apologizing for storms you didn't create.

Dear, Dear Someone, _

In the quiet corners of your mind, where guilt has made its home, you've become an expert at shouldering blame for things that were never yours to carry. Like a child collecting seashells, you've gathered every "sorry" that wasn't yours to say, every burden that wasn't yours to bear, until your heart became a museum of unearned remorse.