DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Not letting myself be the person I wanted to be.
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1 minute ago, CastoffCaptain said:
Not talking to my father about death before he died. He said to me, "I'm dying," and all I could say in reply was, "Not today." He wanted to talk about it and I didn't know how. He didn't want to press the subject because I assume he wanted to protect me. But no one else in the family was brave enough to do it when he needed it most.
And at another point, I thought I was doing him an act of kindness when he was in the nursing home for physical rehab-- I called him, talked with him for a short time. He was on morphine for his pain and sounded so tired I told him I'd let him get some sleep, but he wanted to talk longer. I insisted on him getting his rest and we hung up. Now I know he wanted me to be there for him and I wasn't.
And I can never get that night back.
That's what regret is.
I regret that car wreck in 2013, regret some of the friends I still try to maintain relationships with, regret the influence high school antics had over me, regret the love I had in my first year of college, regret the friend and ex who went against me and almost had sex (they did some kinky shit while I still dated that ex), I regret developing apathy, anorexia, depression, and the job I had a year ago that constantly ignored me and called me a fake when I had anxiety attacks from all the stress of trying to be noticed. But then... I'm here, I'm alive, I'm becoming successful at a young age... regrets will only bring me down. What's in the past needs to stay in the past.