Hiding My Self in Clutter

Talked to a friend today. She's dealing with resentment issues. I said I'd have to wait till later for that. I'm working on clutter first. She has dealt with some clutter in her Steps. I told her I am staring at mine - aghast at the monument to rage I've built. A funeral pyre of grief. Ugh. Sometimes I feel almost like a scientist about it - detached, curious, studying it for clues. I told her I feel like the only way to disassemble it is to carefully pull out twigs and hope it doesn't collapse on top of me. Oh dear. Surprised by tears. Gone to cry. Dammit.