I Was Overwhelmed
The brutality of regrets
2 min readDec 7, 2022
I’m sorry.
The words pound on repeat in my head, inescapable. Ravenously eager to be heard.
A lion ripping my mind to shreds — my thoughts a gazelle, reduced to a pulp, lying in the bloody mess of guilt I cannot shake.
I saw you struggling, and I was worried. I have to admit. I even said it out loud.