Talking is a huge coping mechanism — talking to your friends, your parents, your sister, your therapist — whatever. Whether it's a tiny problem or major life issue, talking it out is one of those things that's supposed to help. Guess what? Sometimes silence is the answer.
I am a talker, and I usually need someone to either talk to or bounce ideas off. I realized that talking — even mentioning his name — was sending me down the rabbit hole. The next thing I knew, I was screaming-crying on the way home from work and was depressed for days. I realized I had to stop talking about him and had to keep memories locked in my heart. Talking wasn't going to bring him back to me physically, so it needed to end.