A thought.

It's not unhealthy to have regrets. I think we often get so pent up with having to appear strong and together that we don't allow ourselves to learn from our hurt, and continue on in the comfort blanket of our repetitive destructive path.

Life is a series of choices: everyone knows this. Invariably, we make ill-informed choices, creating a domino effect. Sometimes, these choices have a way of working themselves out for the best. Unfortunately, we can't have our cake and eat it. There's no restart, respawn or replay. Hindsight is indeed a wonderful thing. 

We are we insistent on not being vulnerable? This mechanism we've evolved that ultimately means we can't admit defeat, or call out our poor choices: because to do so emulates weakness. 

It isn't weak admit defeat. We have to make choices. That doesn't mean you can't immediately make a new one. Cry, wholeheartedly. Respect yourself. Love again.