Unexplaining it to myself

Is it possible to forgive someone for something that they didn't even do?  We were two small ants caught in a storm.  Curse my small mind for finding someone next to me in it and blaming them for what I couldn't understand!  But I still need to let go of it.  My soul and my mind nearly split, and I could not have borne it.  I lashed out at someone who was innocent, and for this I feel wronged.  The anxiety, the fear is a plague on the face of humanity--can you blame someone for having the flu?  But I have.  I was scared that if I didn't, the storm would be my fault; the virus would be inside me.  And that was terrifying.  What would I have done at Salem?

I'm sorry, and I forgive you.  They're not so different.  Two sides of the same paradox.  Foolishness, and wisdom--not so far apart either it seems.  No easy fixes.  It's an odd thing how much growing up feels like being ripped in half.  Every day.