The relationship you knew wouldn’t work - but you stayed.
The opportunity you didn’t take.
The job you quit too soon.
The impulsive yes that ended in tears.
The night you wish you could erase.

These moments tend to haunt us. We revisit them like crime scenes. We pick apart every detail, wondering what might’ve been if we’d just… chosen differently.

But what if I told you:
You didn’t ruin anything. You were becoming.

We tend to judge our past selves through the lens of what we know now.
But that’s unfair.
You didn’t have the clarity then. You were learning. Feeling. Trying.

Maybe that heartbreak finally taught you boundaries.
Maybe the failure led you to your real purpose.
Maybe the “wrong” person helped you see what kind of love you truly deserve.

Growth often arrives dressed as destruction.
Healing often begins with breaking.

You didn’t mess up. You lived.
And every so-called “mistake” brought you closer to who you are today. Wiser. Softer. Braver.

So instead of hating your past, try something radical: thank it.
Thank your old self for surviving. For risking. For not knowing better - and doing their best anyway.

Nothing was wasted.
It all mattered.