Late to the party with this but…
Biggest regret was not calling my dad for a chat the night before he took his own life. There were no warning signs, nothing outwardly amiss. I used to ring and we’d have a few hours worth of chatting. I went to call, but I was tired and thought I’d call after work the next day. Unfortunately I never got the chance to. My uncle knocked on the door around 6pm to break the news to me and rush me back home before his body was taken to the morgue. He’d, in a weird secret way, said bye to people the day before but we didn’t live locally at the time and I’d not spoke to him in over a week. I’ve never gotten over the loss, almost 5 years and it still hurts just as much.
I also regret currently being ridiculously in love with a man who I can’t seem to disentangle myself from. Apparently I am a ‘close, special friend’, though I have no idea what that actually means. Coupled with the fact he has on occasion called me his partner I’m completely in a bit of a head fuck. We haven’t had a sexual side to our friendship (situationship?) for almost two years now, but there has definitely been sexual tension on both sides and usually we end up cuddling on the couch at the end of the evening if I am at his place. Whatever way I look at it I’m going to be monumentally hurt one way or another. I kind of wish I’d never agreed to have an open relationship with DH, it was always going to end badly.
Being fat. It’s taken me years to get to the point of doing something to work on it and the weight is coming off, but I’m going to be left with loose skin and I’ll end up looking a bit of a mess I think.
Being an anxious, panicky mess. Especially when it comes to the DC. I always think in worst case scenarios and I can’t stop overthinking. I’m currently stuck taking antidepressants for GAD/panic disorder, which reared it’s ugly head about two years after my dad died..I think I’d been running on adrenaline and I just crashed.
Agreeing to move in with MIL. It’s damaged my mental health beyond repair and she’s a nightmare to live with. No end in sight yet as the housing market is awful.
Sometimes I do think I’d just like to go for a very very long sleep. And maybe not wake up.

to everyone. Life is hard.