You need to let it go.

That’s what my mother said yet again yesterday.  I finally came up with a response.

Pick up a glass.  Wrap your hand with an entire roll of duct tape.

Now let the glass go.  Just let it go.

You can’t.  Yeah, I know – break the glass.  Permanent solution to a temporary problem.

That’s where the drugs come in.  They dissolve the tape, a little at a time.  I’m learning to deal with the anger, now that the trap is being untied.  But it’s going to be a long time before I’m anywhere near “normal”, if I ever get there at all.

But at least now I’m functional and not curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor.

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