I've had obsessive thoughts about certain things for years. I allowed myself to obsess. I even reached out to the other person the obsession involved, which was very helpful. I confessed I had these pointless, obsessive thoughts. Now, I've gotten it out of my system. I still think the thoughts, although much less, but I don't feel sad, empty, and incomplete any more.

I also spent a lot of time thinking about why I obsessed in the first place. It had to do with low self esteem and rejection and probably the loss of my father.

There was no way I was going to stop those thoughts. The only way was to allow myself to work through them.