Help I’m Broken! Where’s My Band Aid?

And then you come tumbling down of your mountain high…after you’ve just moved the damn thing and your all torn up at the bottom, ripped to shreds by the fall and exhausted by the climb. There’s a boulder on your head the size of Colorado and you have only one finger left and you are pointing it at your nearest loved one because obviously they are the source of all your agony. Right?