Closure and a Closed Heart

Closure… we all want it, but it doesn’t always come the way we expect. Sometimes we wait for it from the person who broke us, the one who walked away, the one who left questions hanging in the air. But the truth is, closure rarely comes from them it comes from us. It comes from finally saying, “I can’t keep bleeding for something that’s already dead.”

Closure is painful, but it’s healing. It’s when you stop replaying the same story over and over in your head. It’s when you accept that the apologies you deserved may never come, but you can still choose peace for yourself. Closure hurts, but it sets you free.

A closed heart, though that’s different. That’s when the pain turns into walls. It’s when you tell yourself, “Never again. I won’t let anyone that close again.” And for a while, it feels safe. You don’t let anyone in, so no one can hurt you. But at the same time, you shut out love, joy, and connection. You go numb. You start existing instead of living.

I know what it feels like to crave closure and end up with a closed heart instead. To be so tired of giving, loving, and losing that you build armor just to survive. But surviving isn’t the same as living. And sometimes the hardest thing isn’t getting closure it’s daring to open your heart again after it’s been shattered.

Closure is choosing yourself.

A closed heart is punishing yourself.

And I’m learning that I deserve to heal, not hide.