Thank You: A Firsthand Account of Closure

The letter I couldn’t write until now

Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash

I’ve always found it easier to burn bridges and scorch the earth behind me. For a long time, I didn’t understand the impulse. It felt like survival — the only option available to me when my defenses were shattered.

It was only after an encounter with my shadow self that I could see the truth hidden…