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.