I need to figure myself out more.

The main reason I struggle so much Is simple. I wake up every day and realize something has been taken from me.  My feeling in my extremities.  My balance , my sight,  my daughter,  my son,  my dog. All of these things are compounded. More and more each day,  my ailment taking more. A lesser extent was taken from others who I thought were friends,  but that is on them,  not me.

Nothing sad, nor upsetting to report

I am frustrated with myself. frustrated that I was never given  a chance.  Frustrated that I was always thought of as that guy who helps everyone,  will bend over backwards to help you  , but never able to truly help myself.  Frustrated that my health took a turn for the worst,  long before I was ready. frustrated that I am slower than anyone else.  Frustrated That my tears are mistaken for weakness. Frustrated no one seems to understand. 
Frustrated with my inability to articulate my words properly. Even though I know exactly what I want to say.