Chicory, if I were local to where you live, I'd be giving you a hug right about now.
As the saying goes, "Let go or be dragged", and it hurts my heart that you are being dragged.
I often refer to the following poem when I prolong the pain by not doing what I need to do:
Broken Toys
As children bring their broken toys,
With tears for us to mend;
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because he was my friend.
But then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help, with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried
"How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go..."
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