"... Riddles ..."

Everyone else managed to make this year a living hell in a fiction I wrote and made so promising and fruitful. Everyone else wanted to demolish every piece of stable foundation I have built. Everyone else has devoured every morsel of positiveness I have accumulated for themselves.

And I am to be labeled the bad guy in this? I am the one who was wrong?! Is this a riddle to be solved or something? Everyone else can smile and shrug their shoulder and say "it is what it is" and exonerate themselves from their own mishap in this... And me? I'm to be the scapegoat for all their wrong doings.

How do you solve this riddle might I ask? Not really sure if I have the capacity to decipher all this bullshit.