Honestly, I don’t know that I’d start anything earlier.

There are plenty of things I wish I’d figured out sooner.

I wish I’d understood myself better. I wish I’d stopped using earlier. I wish I’d spent less time chasing approval and trying to become who I thought everyone needed me to be.

But here’s the problem.

Every one of those shitty decisions came with a lesson.

Some lessons cost me more than others. Some took several attempts because apparently once wasn’t enough for me.

However, all of them helped build the person I am today.

If I went back and changed one thing, I have no idea what else changes with it.

Maybe I avoid some pain.

But maybe I also lose some humility, gratitude, resilience, or understanding that I only gained by fucking things up first.

I don’t romanticize the past. There are things I did that I regret, and there are consequences I wish other people never had to experience.

Still, I wouldn’t erase those years.

Because I genuinely like the person I’ve become.

More importantly, I’m grateful for the life I have today.

So maybe my answer is nothing.

I don’t wish I’d started anything earlier.

I just wish sometimes I hadn’t needed quite so many fucking lessons to finally learn some of it.