This Might Be My Fault-Podcast

This Might Be My Fault-Podcast This Might Be My Fault is an investigative storytelling space, pulling apart the patterns, the lies, and the choices that shaped us.

About Me

I’m Jasmine Simone Tiller, and This Might Be My Fault is where I stop pretending the past didn’t leave fingerprints. This isn’t gossip and it’s not a confession booth. It’s an investigation, into the patterns we survived, the stories we inherited, and the choices that nearly broke us. I treat my life like a case file because the truth deserves more than silence. Every episode pulls apart

the gaps between what happened, what we tell ourselves happened, and what we needed but didn’t get. I’m here to ask the questions we were raised to avoid. I’m here to look at the parts of myself I used to outrun. I’m here to turn survival into clarity and clarity into accountability. If you’ve ever walked away from a relationship, a family, or a version of yourself and wondered, “Was it them… or was it me?” you’re in the right place. This is where the truth finally gets to speak for itself.

05/08/2026

I’ve been gone for a minute.

Living life.
Navigating life.
Trying to stay grounded in entrepreneurship while also staying grounded in myself.

But I have a story for you.

What do you do when you realize your parent meant to hurt you?

Not accidentally.
Not because they “didn’t know better.”
Not because you misunderstood.

But because, somewhere in their own arrested development, their pain, their pride, or their need to be right… they felt justified.

And once you see that, something shifts.

You don’t just grieve what happened.
You start wondering about everything else you knew to be true.

The old pain starts rising.
The memories start knocking.
The body remembers what the mind tried to bury.

And in that moment, I realized I had suppressed my pain again.

But pain doesn’t disappear just because we dress it up in productivity, business plans, motherhood, survival, or being “the strong one.”

Eventually, it bubbles up.

So let’s talk about it.

This Might Be My Fault — Podcast

01/03/2026

She conditioned me. She shaped my reactions. She benefited from my confusion.

If you don’t name the manipulation, your nervous system keeps obeying it like it’s law.

Truth first. Comfort later.

01/03/2026

How many of you on this page considers yourself to be emotionally intelligent?

There’s a specific kind of cruelty in harming someone who never meant you harm,especially when you know their wounds, th...
12/28/2025

There’s a specific kind of cruelty in harming someone who never meant you harm,
especially when you know their wounds, their history, their soft spots… and you choose to use that knowledge anyway.

I’ve lived that kind of harm more than once.
First as a child. Then again as an adult.

What makes it devastating isn’t just the hurt it’s the intention.
When someone knows your trauma, studies it, and then weaponizes it.
When your vulnerability becomes a tool.
When care is performed, but control is the goal.

That’s not conflict.
That’s not misunderstanding.
That’s a choice.

For a long time, I thought it was my fault for loving deeply, for trusting, for staying hopeful.
But love doesn’t require self-erasure.
And healing doesn’t ask you to accept cruelty as the cost of connection.

I’m not here to accuse.
I’m here to name patterns so they stop repeating.

If you’re unpacking something similar — quietly, carefully, in your own time — you’re not alone.
This space is for truth without punishment.

We’re telling it out loud now.



This Might Be My Fault isn’t about blame.It’s about looking closer.About the kinds of harm that don’t leave bruises you ...
12/28/2025

This Might Be My Fault isn’t about blame.
It’s about looking closer.

About the kinds of harm that don’t leave bruises you can photograph, it’s the financial pressure, the emotional erosion, the quiet manipulation that makes you question your own memory. The kind that lives under the skin.

This space is for the stories we were never taught how to name.
The patterns we didn’t see until we were already inside them.
The healing that starts when we stop pretending it was “nothing.”

I’m not here to point fingers.
I’m here to investigate , with honesty, curiosity, and compassion, how we got here, and how we move forward.

This is investigative storytelling.
Personal, yes. But not just mine.

The first episode drops January 1st.
If you’ve ever felt something wasn’t right but couldn’t quite explain why…
follow along

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12/26/2025

Sometimes you’re easy prey, your wounds are visible to exploit

12/10/2025

Sometimes i wish the trauma that shaped me didnt also leave a scars.
Some scar stay present.

I didn’t stop asking questions.I just learned that certain people would turn my questions into “the issue.”Especially pe...
12/08/2025

I didn’t stop asking questions.
I just learned that certain people would turn my questions into “the issue.”

Especially people who knew my past,
because they knew exactly which family role to throw at me:
the difficult one, the dramatic one, the scapegoat.

When you grow up inside that kind of dysfunction,
it’s easy to think your clarity is the conflict.

But sometimes the only people who can see what’s really happening
are the ones who weren’t raised in the same chaos.

That’s what changed everything for me.

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Season One is coming. Stay close.

Thank you all for being here to witness the very first episode of This Might Be My Fault.This podcast came out of the me...
11/22/2025

Thank you all for being here to witness the very first episode of This Might Be My Fault.
This podcast came out of the mess, the healing, the accountability, and the silence I kept swallowing just to survive. I built this because I needed a place where my truth could finally sit without being rushed, dismissed, or punished.

People kept telling me, “Write a book. Tell your story.”
But my story has never been a clean line. It’s a whole case file full of moments I stayed too long, things that happened while someone was supposed to be caring for me, and situations I let slide because I didn’t have a stable family structure to fall back on. I kept thinking, If I can just hold on a little longer, get my career together, save enough, find some peace, this will get better.

But the clock kept ticking.
And my spirit kept cracking.

I got tired of calling people “family,” “friends,” and breaking down what was happening to me. And sometimes my sisters-from-another-mother would just stand there with a hand on their hip, giving me real accountability. No fluff. No pity. And I didn’t run from it ,but even that wasn’t enough to make me see the full pattern.

That’s where This Might Be My Fault comes in.

Not as a place to blame myself…
but as a place to investigate myself.

Not “she hurt me” and “I hurt her.”
Not “she did this, I did that.”

I want to understand why I stayed.
Why I tolerated certain things.
Why I froze.
Why I fawned.
Why I thought my silence would keep the peace.
Why I kept pouring into situations that were draining me dry.

And when I finally left, when I really chose myself,
that’s when the games started.
That’s when the secrets came out.
That’s when I realized I was never supposed to find out half of what I learned.

And I know I’m not the only one.

This isn’t just about my ex-wife.
This isn’t just about my mother.
This is about the systems and circumstances that shape us long before we ever meet the people who break us.

It’s about how development wires us for survival.
How some of us learn to disappear inside our own life.
How our strongest traits often grew out of the darkest rooms.

This Might Be My Fault is where I stop running from that truth.

I hope you stay.
I hope you bring your friends and your family.
And if you really want to talk, join the “This Might Be My Fault” group. It’s public for now, but once the first episode airs, it’s going private, because some stories deserve privacy, protection, and people who get it.

These stories aren’t just confessions.
They’re investigations.
They’re the why behind the choices I made, the patterns I repeated, and the silence I thought was loyalty.

And maybe as I’m finding my why…
you’ll start finding yours too.

Let’s begin.

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