Blame

“Oh yeah, that would be a good idea (regarding sending a card)”
“They didn’t have any cards that said what I wanted.”
I wasted two years and countless hours of stress…I moved across the country…why???
One of the hardest effects is who to blame. I’ve pretty much narrowed it down to one person, but really I’m just so angry in general and he does make an excellent scapegoat (and many aspects are his fault—I’ll probably always blame him for the fact I spent an entire day on the floor). But one of the most painful realizations is that there really is no one to blame. I’m still struggling with that one. However, I’m realizing that it could be much worse. It also dawned on me today that the reason it’s so hard to find recovery stories about massive strokes is that most people don’t survive. That really put a pause to my self-pity.