No regrets, absolutely no regrets. You got this, Carmen.
I kept trying to pump myself up over and over, to try and collect what small amount of courage I already had, but the pounding of my heart kept breaking my focus. It was uneasy and unsteady, arrhythmia seeming to kick in. I couldn’t let my aching heart hold me back from doing this. If I kept this secret any longer, it could possibly destroy everything I’ve been working on to try and better myself.
Deep breath in and out, I knocked on Mom’s door, “Hey, Ma? You have a second?”