Like many, I swat a golf ball around for emotional reward (or punishment) coupled to achieving the idealized fantasy of the shot, or not. Time for a reset.
It's difficult to undo the past, whether known (or thought I did) or embedded as moves in body as the golf swing. So, best to go the other direction, to overdose on every bit of instructional do this, fix that until my brain and body achieves total confusion, characterized by the chronic mother of all yips.
Trying to suck, it turns out, is great fun. The more random YouTube junk that goes into my head, the worse the score, peaking at about 121 for a round. Full on chicken dance (what scientists call operant conditioning).
The psychotherapeutic bonus: Process of getting worse gave rise to the joy of sucking - liberation from attachment to outcomes. Won't go back to what I could have been in my 20's. Just have to work with creating something new out of now. That's the rabbit hole of opportunity. Coin it solving the Tiger Paradox. So, this will come in handy :-)
Fact is, there's a thing called par. Above it, you suck. Below it, you have some secret or skill. That's all there is, and trying to be master of the brownian motion between the two states, in the here and now, perpetuates the chicken dance.