“I regret not listening to my mom. IF ONLY I would have listened and stayed living with her instead of moving in with my dad, my life would be SO different. I could be a nurse like she wanted. Have a high school diploma instead of a GED. Went to a real college instead of an online one. Only married once instead of 4. Only had two children instead of 5. Things would have been so much easier. No PTSD, no depression, no anxiety. IF I HAD ONLY LISTENED TO MY MOM!”
“I tried to steal a cigarrette and my co worker caught me. I know she’d gonna talk crap about me and I dont want to be known as the cig-stealer.”
“My biggest regret is giving up my dog. I raised him from the time he was 3 months old. I gave him up 8 years later. The only family he has known gave him up. I will regret this decision for the rest of my life.”
“I regret not being the mom I know now I could have been! I regret not being there to protect them and nurture them so they would have confidence to go through life successfully without doubt!”
“I regret not speaking as much with my therapist and not taking the opportunities to get help about my sadness. People who are hurt tend to hurt others unintentionally and that’s what I’ve done. I regret not looking at the end of a relationship as a good thing.”
“I regret my last suicide attempt and that my kids were the ones who found me. Though, I am thankful that I was found in time. I hate what my struggle with mental illness has done to my amazing family. I regret the promise I made to myself and them to stand up against the skeptics and take a stand for other survivors. I regret that I never met CCS and SAM before they died. I regret the extramatrital relationships that I got involved in during my struggle with my illness. I regret that I allowed one my children to be the kind of caretaker I was with my mother before she died of cancer and the debilitating effects it is having on my daughter’s adult life now.”
“I regret getting addicted to inhalants and letting it ruin me and my fathers relationship.”
“I regret cheating on my boyfriend. We are in a very committed relationship of two and a half years. Recently, I was drawn in by a coworker and I found him very charismatic and charming. My boyfriend was away for work for about 2 months and I found companionship in my coworker. He paid attention to me, made an effort to talk to me and see me, complimented me and went out of his way to spend Time with me. I knew he only wanted one thing and I should’ve stopped it, but I didn’t. I let it go too far. I kept it a secret from everyone. No one knew except me and him. I tried to read articles about why I shouldn’t tell my boyfriend and they worked for a bit. But it got to The point where reading them didn’t help. Yesterday I couldn’t take the pain I was feeling inside anymore. I felt like I was being weighed down 24/7. I couldn’t eat, sleep, concentrate, anything, which had been going on for weeks. I wrote my boyfriend a note explaining everything. I felt like I NEEDED to give it to him. Before I did so, i broke an agreement I had with myself to tell no one. I told my best friend in the whole world. She revealed to me that she too had been unfaithful in her relationship once. After telling her, I immediately felt lighter. I am no longer dealing with this on my own. I am trying to become a better person. I know this was a one time mistake that will never be repeated. I want to spend the rest of my life with my boyfriend but I know telling him would kill him and devestate him. I have been his first everything, first girlfriend, first sexual partner, first love. And I will never be able to take back the fact I cheated on him for literally no reason. And I will regret it every day of my life.”
“My grandfather was in the hospital and he had surgery for an aneurysm. After the surgery, he was knocked out on a lot of different meds.
I never went in to see him because I knew it would bother me, seeing him all hooked up to different things and asleep.
A few days later, I went back to my home state. The next day I got a call from my mother that my grandfather had died.
I regret I never went to see him.”
“My deepest regret is not going to my best and only friend’s funeral. I haven’t even visited his grave.
He died three years ago and I’m still too much of a coward to face his tombstone and his family that I once called my own, when mine was toxic and abusive.”