Therapy: Part Four of Seven

The Closure Letter

I won’t go into every detail. Some things I wrote in that letter are just for me — and honestly, they need to stay that way. But what I will say is this: writing that letter wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

It forced me to sit with the truth. Not the version I was replaying in my head, but the real version. The one where I finally admitted, out loud, that I wasn’t going to get the closure I wanted — not from her, at least. So I gave it to myself.

There was power in that.

It didn’t instantly take the pain away. But it gave it a container. It gave me direction. I stopped chasing a response that was never coming. I stopped hoping she’d say something to make it all make sense. Instead, I said what I needed to say.

That’s the part I didn’t expect — how much weight I’d been carrying by holding it all in. Writing it down made it real… but it also made it releasable.

I wasn’t begging. I wasn’t trying to change her mind. I just needed to let it out and let it go.

That letter marked the beginning of something. A new chapter. A shift from spiraling to structure. From waiting on someone else… to showing up for myself.

Somewhere in the middle of that page, I remembered who I was.
And I haven’t looked back since.

Part 5