Anguish, impatience, pain. Witnessing something that used to be easy, become tremendously difficult.
It’s like a personalized torture. And this is the only way. I can think to express it. I adore words so much, that this makes it better. Although since the left side of my brain was hit. The right side of my body pays. For a right handed writer, this is devastating. But typing certainly offers me an outlet. Thank goodness for that. I don’t even want to imagine how I would feel if this opportunity wasn’t available to me.