Regret & Guilt

Tonight, regret and guilt haunted me longer than I expected.
Thoughts of things I said too quickly, and things I never said at all. Choices that once felt right, but now don’t feel right anymore. Sometimes, regret feels like looking back at a version of myself that no longer exists, someone more pure, more innocent. But guilt feels heavier. It runs deeper. And for me, the two are intertwined. I often tell myself that if I could go back, I would do things differently. I would say what I never had the chance to say before time took that opportunity away. And yet, when I sit with these thoughts, I realise I don’t fully agree with them. Another part of me reminds me: at that time, I knew something. When I made those choices, something guided me there. So maybe, in some way, I have to trust that and just move forward.