You'd undo almost nothing — not because it was perfect, but because the mess is the map that made you.
You have real regrets — the action you'd take back, the years you gave to the wrong thing, the moment you froze. You just don't treat them as a sentence. You looked at the wreckage, found the lesson, said the apology you owed, and let the rest become part of the story instead of the whole story. It's not that nothing hurt; it's that you stopped demanding the past be different and started asking what it was for. The redemption arc isn't denial — you can name exactly what went wrong. You've just decided the scar is information, not a verdict.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou have regrets — you just stopped treating them as a sentence. the scar is information, not a verdict.