I wish I could go back to preschool and make one tiny decision that could have changed everything. A teacher/assistant noticed a suspicious bruise on my upper thigh and asked me where I got it from. I was 4, but I still knew I should lie for some reason and said I fell, or I walked into a door or something (don't remember exactly what) and she believed me. I wish I told her the truth- I definitely wouldn't be in this situation now if I did. I would have had a much happier life.
There were actually lots of situations I wish I told the truth. I wish I didn't try to hide the inappropriate drawings I made in kindergarten from everyone else. If someone saw, I would have gotten help and the abuse would have ended. I wish I didn't lie to everyone about the self-inflicted bruises on my thighs when I was 10. I wish I didn't try to cover the scars I was making all over my forearms a few years later. If someone noticed, they could have saved me, but I didn't let myself be saved. Back then there was still hope. I could still get better. Now, even if I get help, I can never have a normal childhood or normal life. It's too late. This was all entirely preventable but I didn't take the easy steps to make it stop. I wish I could go back and just change one little thing I did but I can't. I hate this situation. It's really, truly, completely hopeless. There's nothing I can do now