I sit there alone, locked in my own thoughts. Silently, I beat myself up for not being the man I think I should be. Daily, I look around, and I see myself (at least in my own mind) letting down those I love — my wife, my children, my family, my friends, even those at work.
I am battling so many feelings, and I am so mad at myself for having this disease. I feel so guilty for putting my family through this — has anyone else ever felt this way?
These feelings were so unexpected when I first received my diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease two years ago. As a 44-year-old man, this is not something I was expecting to deal with and was definitely not in my life’s plan.Read more on themighty.com