Crab in a bucket

I feel like a crab in a bucket except that I have some say in whether I allow myself to be pulled back into the dysfunctional patterns I am trying to escape. I searched for the scrotal reference to the hymn Do what is Right and found myself reading the words of the Lord to Nephi when he was being promised the sealing power. That’s good company for the muddy hill I’m trying to surmount.