I Wish They Weren't Dead so I Could Yell at Them

I'm trying to start my own business and move on but I can't. Opportunities slip through my fingers. They're weights, holding down freedom.

Everything I do seems to make it worse. 

I wish they weren't dead and would come back, but only because I want to yell at them.

The trust and abandonment issues make reaching out for help *super fun*.