One thing I will always regret: that instead of talking about my feelings, I took up writing. How I wish I had been able to articulate my feelings back then, or had had anyone to talk to, who might have listened, and offered wise counsel. Perhaps I might have made sense of everything then. Perhaps misunderstandings could have been uncovered, and clarified. Perhaps I would have worked everything out of my system, moving on, never to look back. But, alas, instead I became a writer.
Last modified: 8 December 2022
