Waiting - Marya Hornbacher
I clung to my anger, for fear that without it I'd lose some mysterious (imaginary) "edge." I clung to my resentments, because I had been nursing them so long I couldn't imagine life without their poisonous satisfaction. I clung to my regrets, and they were legion, going over and over the smallest mistakes I'd made as well as the biggest, hating myself for all I'd done and all I'd failed to do.
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