Melancholy Hill

I had a sickening revelation today, and I'm not sure what to make of it. I've always been one to say that I don't have mistakes, but learning experiences. I live a life with no regrets and avoid participating in anything that I have to second guess. By no means am I perfect, but I prefer to calculate my moves and plan ahead in order to dodge possible pitfalls.

However, in briefly skimming past posts, I came to the realization that many of them had one underlying theme. Who or what it is, I shall not disclose, but I know that it has changed my outlook on life, love, and relationships. At this point, it will be a struggle because I have not fully rid that one factor from my life, and even if I succeed in ridding it physically, I will forever be connected to it. My psyche fractured by this thing that was once my puppetmaster.

"My name is Christina....and I made a mistake."

Wait a minute, where's my support group??