I am regretting my life choices

What I Wish I Knew Before Gastric Bypass Surgery

Lying in that hospital bed, pain tearing through me, I regretted every life choice that brought me there.

Every single one.

It wasn’t just the surgery. It was the first time I ever turned to food for comfort. The nights I stuffed my emotions down with whatever I could find in the fridge. The years I spent hating my body, and the years I spent ignoring it. One step after another—each decision, each moment of silence, each time I didn’t ask for help—led me here.

And then came the depression.

Nobody talks about how after the surgery, when your body is healing and your old coping mechanisms are gone, the sadness creeps in. Loud and unrelenting. You can’t eat your way through it anymore, and sometimes it feels like there's nothing left to hold onto.

I wish someone had told me that it’s not just a physical transformation. It’s an emotional unraveling. A reckoning.

And still… I’m here. Regret and all. Healing, one painful truth at a time.