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Karen, I’d never heard of the Zeigarnik Effect before this essay. Turns out my brain has been running one for 12 years without telling me. And she didn’t just build a What-If Folder. She built an entire filing cabinet and gave it a corner office.

But here’s the plot twist nobody warns you about.

The grief wasn’t the only cliffhanger. It was the friendships that quietly exited during the worst season of my life. No dramatic finale. No closure episode. They just didn’t renew for another season.

So my brain did what any reasonable, totally not-traumatized person would do: it decided new friendships were a terrible investment strategy.

I stopped making close friends after my world collapsed. Not because I’m antisocial. Because my brain decided everyone comes with an expiration date and I’d already burned through my emotional warranty.

Someone would say, “let’s grab coffee” and my brain would whisper “sure, but have you considered they could die on the way there?” My loss aversion got so advanced it started pre-grieving people who were still alive.

That’s Loss Aversion and the Zeigarnik Effect having a dinner party in my head. And neither one brought wine.

But here’s the unexpected good news. Borrowing your words.

Somewhere between the grief fog and personal development books and a whole lot of uncomfortable aloneness, I realized something: my brain was keeping those stories open not to torture me — but because I hadn’t written the next chapter yet.

The friendships that left? That wasn’t my unfinished story. That was THEIR finale. My story was still in production.

I went from “why bother making friends when everyone leaves or dies” to “what if the next chapter is about building something that outlasts the loss?”

Plot twist: It is.

Now I help high-achieving women who’ve experienced devastating loss build something meaningful — without abandoning their grief to do it. Turns out, my Zeigarnik Effect wasn’t a bug. It was the pilot episode.

Thank you for this essay, Karen. My brain’s mean roommate is still here, but at least now I know her name. And she doesn’t get to write the ending. 💜😇🐦‍🔥

Susan Bridges Gilder's avatar

My Zeigarnik Effect is that I broke off my relationship with my sister in 2021 to save my mother from extreme neglect. I tried to work with my sister to make decisions about getting our mother the best healthcare, but because of her unwillingness or perhaps wrong motivation, I had to take the step to extract my mother from a terrible situation (my sister lives half an hour away and I lived 3000 miles away). At my mother‘s most dire time, my sister and her family went outside the country to Mexico without so much as any provisions made for her-period. As a result, my mother recovered and got the right healthcare she needed -in fact, if I had not moved her up north to live with us, we never would’ve discovered that she had a treatable cancer. I still feel regret, but believe strongly that if I had told my sister my plan, it would’ve made it so much worse for my mother and perhaps denied her the option to be comfortable and recovered. If I hadn’t made that decision – my mother would be gone. Thank you Karen-your piece provides some comfort.

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