Keep my head screwed on.   Dead straight.

It isn't my head that is heavy. It's my heart.

Making disclosures to this thread about my family of origin is a way to feel a little relief from the heaviness of heart. To come to this metaphorical table, heavy of heart and bowed of head, rounded of shoulder, and ease some anguish out of my heart. To breathe a little more freely. Then, with less heaviness of heart, it is easier to lift my head.

Whereon, the conversation turns to getting things dead straight and keeping my head screwed on, and focus this, and focus that. Never mind that I just managed to get a weight off my heart and shoulders, and to let my head come up for air. The object is focus: head back down and look at this part of the table, over here, and for heaven's sake focus.

If heaviness of heart is more suitable to what have been termed "stupid and navel-gazing threads," maybe that is where my posts ought to go.