Ice packs and Bandaids

From the Tyldwick Tarot, the Tower:

Uh-oh, it's that card. Behind the cracked glass is a picture of the Tower of Babel - an attempt by men to reach heaven. Of course it was just an ego thing rather than true devotion, so of course things didn't work out too well. Along the outside frame is a collection of masks, a symbol of the personalities I hide behind to keep others from seeing my true self. What's in my collection? There's the good daughter/DIL, the good wife, the good mother, the good friend. Notice a theme here? I somehow think I have to be this perfect incarnation in all my roles, yet I will never reach those expectations. And if I keep trying to do so, that fall is going to result in a mighty big lump on my head.

From the Antiquarian Lenormand comes the "Whip:"

Do you remember Silas, the Opus Dei zealot in the Da Vinci Code who would scourge himself? That is what this card brings to mind, especially with the blood spatters. I grew up hearing things like, "Don't just do your best, be the best" and "No matter what, don't be a quitter." I don't need someone else to whip me into line, I can do that very well all on my own. Unfortunately those survival tactics I needed in childhood followed me into adulthood, and they don't serve me well anymore. I need to relax those standards (which weren't really mine to begin with) and be the person I'm comfortable with. Now where are the ice pack and box of bandaids...