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Christine Rhyner's avatar

Wow. This is so good. For six years I've been waiting for some kind of closure (and reconciliation) for a fall out with my sister where we both hurt one another. If only I could explain myself...If only we could have the conversation she never wants to have...if only she would own her part...yes, she's a narcissist...on and on. You really nailed the questions, the way the mind works and how to kick the habit. I'm going to keep this post for re-reads.

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Light Full's avatar

So much resonant truth to me in this: not getting the response / explanation that you crave but you still can’t stop looking for it until you realise you’re powerless with this need - a madness indeed. 🤯

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Tee Ree's avatar

From experience: the sooner you let go of whatever it is that is holding you hostage, the sooner you’ll be free. What you need for your peace and joy comes from you, not an external source. When you can truly love and care for yourself you will have satisfying and meaningful relationships with others. Forgive yourself. We can’t expect our past selves to know what we know today.

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BlackExpat25's avatar

Maybe the real closure is loving myself. Love this.

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KaZ In The World's avatar

Sometimes you just never get closure and you have to be OK with it. Because the other person doesn't care. You don't need to waste your time caring either.

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Stephanie Clemons's avatar

I've NEVER thought of this behaviour (that I have, admittedly, displayed on numerous occassions) as an addiction, but it makes so much sense - very enlightening post.

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V Baldwin's avatar

Wasted years trying to understand and mitigate cruelty and abuse.

Just STOP looking for answers

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Teri C's avatar

You are probably familiar with this, but if not, I’ll leave it here.

The Journey-Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save.

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BlackExpat25's avatar

I have to keep realizing that I can NEVER get closure from broken and unhealed people who betrayed me.

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