Sometimes I have to realise that the past is in the past. There is no changing what has happened, it’s done. Learn from it and move on.
I find it difficult to do that. I go over every detail of everything, even things that happen 20 years ago! I find it difficult to let go and move on.
What if I had said that? What if I had done that? Would it be different? I’ll never know, so why dwell on it? If it happens again, do it differently for a different outcome.
I used to think I had no regrets. I said to myself, I done what was right at the time. But I have so many regrets. If I had lived my life differently would I be in the place I am now? If I had taken a different path, what would my life be like? Would I be happier? Would I have an autistic son?
My son is my world. He saved my life. I would do anything for him and give him anything but I wish I could make life easier for him and I can’t. That breaks my heart. I’m not always going to be here and I know he needs me to be. I pray as he gets older, the autism isn’t from the far end of the spectrum if that makes sense. Hell, if I am praying, I pray the diagnosis was an error – but I know that’s not the case.
