The thing about regret, once unleashed inside your mind, it seems impossible to push it back. There is no more little voice in the back of your mind lingering only when you find yourself unoccupied. It’s now in the forefront, blaring and blazing across your eyes to remind you of what was once in front of you and what you didn’t do. I tossed and turned, whispering the words, “Is there any hope?” There didn’t seem to be. I felt destined to a life of “what if” and “what could have been.”
I couldn’t help but feel like I had really messed up. I lost something very important to me and I was sure it was my own fault.