I'd have to say that I pretty much have no major regrets. Minor ones, sure. Who doesn't? But if I could go back in time and change any one thing… I wouldn't be me. At least, not who I am now.
My dad died when I was seven. Sure, it would've been nice to have a dad, but I didn't and I am who I am because of it.
Everything that's happened to me or been part of my life, for good or for bad, since then has made me who I am now. And while I wish to high heaven I didn't have the struggles that I do, I wouldn't be me without them. And like I say to my therapist (when the meds are working, ha!), I pretty much like who I am. There are always going to be things I wish I were better at, but even if I were all those things right now? I'd still wish for more. I'd still wish I were better at this or that, and I just think that's in our nature – to want to be better than we are now. That doesn't mean we are dissatisfied or unloving of who we are or what we have now; but there is a fine line between wanting to be your best for the benefit of everyone around you and wanting the same things out of greed and insecurity.