Trapped in a body that no longer does what you want it to do. Arms and back hurt all the time.
Legs don't do what your brain tells them to do.
Lips that cannot utter your thoughts and articulate your needs. Lips that utter words I never heard you use before. Language coming out you never would use, especially in front of your daughters. You are angry and belligerent, and I am incapable of helping.
Watching your frustration is frustrating me as well.
I love you. Seeing you suffer is ripping me apart.
