Welcome to the confessional. This is the first installment in a series called ‘Confessions’, where I’ve asked people to anonymously submit their answers to personal or thought-provoking questions.
Every single one of us is walking around with secrets and regrets—it’s a part of being human. Some regrets are more painful than others and stay with us for longer, but all of them are relatable to someone else out there. It’s funny how easy it is to feel alone when it comes to the mistakes we have made. It can feel as if no one else understands our pain, but we’ve all been there. Be kind to yourself and try to learn to let go of past mistakes.
I hope you take something away from this article after reading it, whether it’s a better sense of self, lessened feelings of loneliness, or an ease to your regrets. With that in mind…
“I stole my cousin’s best friend’s new shirt from out of her bag when we were on a girls’ weekend trip away.”
“I lied about having a miscarriage.”
“I called my little brother a piece of shit when I was unaware he was having suicidal thoughts at the time.”
“I didn’t keep in contact with old friends as I moved on with my life. I feel as though it’s very important to keep those that have helped you develop into the person you are today around and it’s sad to me to think about how I don’t talk to them anymore.”
“I fat shamed my mother.”
“I once boosted my own grades in the school computer… and lowered the grades of students I didn’t like.”
“Personally, I was working too hard on things that didn’t matter and working too little on things that did.”
“I cheated on my boyfriend, but didn’t exactly keep it a secret from him. I openly broke his heart over and over again for approximately six months.”
“One time I ran away while my friend got caught with alcohol. We all were drinking underage, but she was the only one who got caught.”
“I had an abortion.”
“I kicked my dog when I was angry and I have never gotten over it. I feel so bad.”
“I didn’t visit my mom enough when she was going through a hard time.”
“I have been with my boyfriend for four years now. For the first few months of our relationship, I didn't think we seemed right; just not compatible at all. I decided to wait it out as I really am not the type to end relationships. Then, as if all the sudden, I fell so fucking hard for him. I saw him as absolutely everything. We were inseparable and in love - for about a month. Now, fast forward to about three years later. I haven't been in love with him since that month. For some reason, I can't let go. I have been using him as my security blanket and I have not ever felt such ongoing dark and deep guilt. I am using this wonderful, sensitive, naive boy as my personal blanket without reciprocating love. I feel horrible. But it feels good to type that out.”
“I purposely sabotaged someone else’s vehicle. I had nothing to gain. It was done out of pure anger and vengeance.”
“When I was in high school my friends and I went door-to-door taking collections for the Terry Fox run. Once we had collected enough money, we tossed the paperwork, took the money, and spent it on cigarettes and going to the drive-in.”
“I didn’t keep my promise.”
“Anytime I let my anxiety manifest in a way where I lash out at my boyfriend. We don’t call it anxiety, though. He doesn’t deserve that and I never can seem to apologize enough.”
“I threw rocks at homeless people as a kid. I hit a man in the head once. Never again.”
“I was the side chick of my best friend’s boyfriend. I ended up telling her and she forgave me and we’re still friends to this day. So I guess it really wasn’t unforgivable, but I still feel awful about it.”
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