Frustrations with using writing aids.

The behind-the-scenes look at how I got my voice back.

As I was going through my old writings, I found a poem from my angry phase after the strokes. I was so mad at the world and at God. Why did this happen to me? Hadn't I been through enough? What in the world was good about this? I hated how everyone seemed to think I would recover so easily. Didn't they realize what I lost? I didn't understand why they expected me to bounce back and do all I could before. Even my job expected me to return as normal. They knew I had two stroke