Emotional Fallout

Until today, I don't think I'd realized how little I'd dealt with the emotions of having the stroke. I feel like the pieces are shattered and I'll never see light. Melodramatic, I'm sure, but very real to me at the moment. I just don't see the point of carrying on. And this is on major antidepressants...thank goodness for them! I'm really not sure what keeps me moving forward--I'm drowning in all the guilt and anger. Being told someone can't figure out what I would fake for four months finally broke the dam. Yeah, it's all felt as positive as I tried to act...