My mother gifted me a box of 50 cards entitled "The Language of Letting Go". Here is what the first one commanded:

today i will...realize that being myself and letting others be themselves is far more important than being "right." Value and worth are not dependent on being right, and I'm striving for love in my relationships, not superiority. I won't hide behind being right, but will just let myself be who I am.

Exactly. I immediately threw the other 49 cards in the trash.

I'm cured!

On another note: I've landed the role of a topless corpse in a campy pirate movie. Raquel, their makeup artist, took one look at me and squealed in delight. "You look practically dead already!" Top of the world, mom.