I found this poem which describes how my problem feels. ---- I am like a toolbox, with all the tools I will ever need lain gently and neatly in the box, ready

I found this poem which describes how my problem feels. ---- I am like a toolbox, with all the tools I will ever need lain gently and neatly in the box, ready for me to use them. The toolbox is translucent so I can see them there. The key to the toolbox is locked inside of it.