The Illusion of Closure

By Anne H. Putnam TW: Suicidal ideation In the seven years since my first great heartbreak, I’ve grazed closure with my fingertips countless times.  After the first time he visited me in San Francisco, where I’d fled from our London home when the engagement ended; after our wedding date passed, marked only by a tearfulContinue reading “The Illusion of Closure”