B went to therapy one or two times after his accident. His therapist said to say “eff it” to that which he could not control. After that, B never needed to go back. Problem solved! No hiding, hidden secrets. He employs the “eff it” method religiously.
Me? Uh not so much. I worry and ponder then worry some more. “Twisting and turning you’re feeling the burning you’re breaking the girl. She meant you no harm” Bonus points if you can guess to what song those lyrics belong.
C’mon! Guess please. You know you want to. 🙂