of (one's) own making

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of (one's) own making

Owing to one's own actions, especially one's mistakes or poor decisions. I know you're angry that you won't be able to compete in the tournament, but this whole mess is of your own making!
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of your own ˈmaking

(used about a problem or difficulty) caused by you rather than by somebody/something else: The problem is of your own making, so don’t try to blame anyone else.
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But I shall not trouble the reader with a particular description of my own mechanics; let it suffice to say, that in six weeks time with the help of the sorrel nag, who performed the parts that required most labour, I finished a sort of Indian canoe, but much larger, covering it with the skins of YAHOOS, well stitched together with hempen threads of my own making. My sail was likewise composed of the skins of the same animal; but I made use of the youngest I could get, the older being too tough and thick; and I likewise provided myself with four paddles.
At length I resolved to try a pitfall; so I dug several large pits in the earth, in places where I had observed the goats used to feed, and over those pits I placed hurdles of my own making too, with a great weight upon them; and several times I put ears of barley and dry rice without setting the trap; and I could easily perceive that the goats had gone in and eaten up the corn, for I could see the marks of their feet.
My driving troubles weren't entirely of my own making. I began with a cultural handicap: My immigrant parents, Holocaust survivors, didn't drive; we never owned a car, and I grew up in Manhattan, where public transportation is so wonderful and parking spaces so scarce that a car is actually a liability.
I chose to use patterns of my own making that are similar as tributes."
1978 The Guggenheim Rothko retrospective was a liberation from a prison of my own making. The Friedrich-Rothko comparison had all too quickly become a platitude, even providing a rhetorical conclusion for Diane Waldman's catalogue essay.
She is gone again and I will not bear it, I will drag my grief through a winter of my own making, refuse any meadow that recycles itself into hope.