I recently read the NYTimes Opinion: A 63-Year-Old Runner Changed the Way I Think About Regret, which talks about a woman “fueled by regret.” I don’t regret much in my life, but once in a while, I would wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t have schizophrenia and how I could’ve behaved and reacted differently leading up to my first breakdown, the official mark for becoming a schizophrenic.