I regret most of all, not sharing my experiences. I had amazing experiences that I couldn't explain or capture because I witnessed them alone. I wish I wouldv'e shared them with a loved one that way someone else couldv'e truly understood how much it changed me as a person. Some of the more wonderful things I experienced were all that kept me from a worse path I had almost chosen to take. I also regret not sharing horrible experiences as well. I had been abused and so internally scared and broken and told no one. For years I harbored my pain like a relentless refuge and it crippled me. No one knew how dark and tortured I had become and when they finally found out I had perfected ho to hide it. I regret that I didn't let others in.