September 22nd, 2026
Regret is what made me suicidal, but maybe regret is what also saved me.
When I was in the deep dark, all alone, at death's door step in my own bedroom, I was paralyzed, often looking up towards the moon as my emotions took full control of my vulnerable mind.
The regret of not being a better friend, a better lover, a better son.
But regret is guilt
And guilt can be a good thing
It’s a souls call to action
The indication that something is wrong and the only way to get rid of it is to correct your mistakes and keep going
If I decided to die that night, nothing would have changed
My friends would’ve lost a friend and my family would’ve been without a son
The regret, the guilt, it would’ve dug it’s way down past my grave and followed me down to hell, to haunt me forever
Maybe regret is why I decided to live
~ ethangwang