All of us experience regrets sometimes.
When it becomes recurrent and strong, it may be worth taking a closer look at what’s going on.
Regrets wouldn’t be here in that way unless there is a sense of lack. A sense that I am missing something, and that what I lost gave me what I am missing. It filled the whole in me. It completed me somehow.
And that sense of lack comes from a painful identity and a set of painful beliefs.
It could be: I am unlovable. I am unloved. I am not enough. I am not whole without a partner. I am not loved/lovable without a partner. I don’t have the right education. I don’t have enough money. I am not safe.
Those unquestioned stories can be questioned. Those unloved stories and deficient selves can be loved. Those embattled stories and feelings can be rested with.
– from a sense of lack
– there bc I feel a sense of lack, that I am missing something, and what I lost gave me that
– so can look at that sense of lack, deficient self, wound
— could be: I am unlovable. Unloved. Not whole without a partner. Not loved/lovable without a partner.