I am tormented by regrets. I think i regret every romantic entanglement i ever got into. So glad i'm 50 now and have let romance go. It's just not part of my life any more and i am the better for it.

I also regret foolish things i said and did while manic. It's beyond regret -- it's shame. I'm ashamed of myself and my only comfort is that now i've isolated myself to such a degree that i don't have any more social interactions to create more shame.