The great writer Vladimir Nabokov expressed a certain sadness about his art. He always based his fiction on real life experiences, but when he shared his stories with others, his own stories were no longer his. They went out into the universe and had a life of their own. He couldn’t hold on to them any more. Other people had just as much a claim on his stories as he did.

When you tell your story of addiction, mental illness, poverty, poor choices, failures or abusive relationships, slowly at first, more rapidly later, your story becomes no longer yours. You can’t hold on to it even if you want to.

By turning your experience into a story, then telling that story to others, you can finally start to let go.

Every story has an ending, right?