I used to think my life was other people's fault or other people's responsibility.
I found some helping people, who tried to help me.
I made my life their responsibility. And it soon became their fault, as well.
Once I recognised I was responsible, and solely responsible, for every belief I held, thought I entertained, and action I took, I found help flowed freely from God.
Others' role in that then became to provide advice on my method and challenge me on my findings.
When they were right, they were right. And when they were wrong, they were wrong. Although they were almost invariably right.
But the responsibility in any case remained mine, so we could remain on good terms.