I've suffered from depression since I was a pre-teen. In 2012 I got very sick, becoming suicidal. In 2013 I decided to try ElectroConvulsive Therapy. The "Depression" series of blog posts chronicles that process.

Yesterday I had a phone call with a school friend I haven't spoken to in over ten years. We were reminiscing about little things, like walking home from school every day together.

This morning I was beating myself up for something stupid I had done and simultaneously getting sad about my childhood memories and wishing I had paid more attention to enjoy those times when they happened.

And that's when it hit me.

Going forward, to avoid regrets and feelings of loss, what I need to do is two simple things: be mindful and be kind.