Obsession is a potent force, a relentless pursuit that can consume our thoughts, behaviors, and even our lives. It’s a desperate longing that often disregards the clear signs of failure.

I know this because I’ve been there. I’ve been obsessed, and it’s not a place I would wish anyone to be.

When I was younger, I found myself in the throes of obsessive thinking more than once. My first girlfriend, my second girlfriend, my wife – all were subjects of my obsessive thoughts.

I would follow them, physically and mentally, recording their every move in my mind. I would look them up online, trying to piece together a bigger picture, hoping to find a crack in the door that I could slip through.