It's VERY hard to be kind and compassionate to myself as a certified perfectionist. ”Damnit, Matthew!” is a normal phrase out of my mouth...drives my wife nuts that I'm so down on myself so often. I TRY to be kinder to myself. I fail. Damnit, Matthew! Since my stroke, it’s been SO difficult just surviving the day-to-day! Hasn't left much room for celebrating just being alive and present for my life and family. But I've not given up. Not yet anyway. I've felt like giving up or giving in, but I keep fighting anyway. Not sure I have it in me to give up or give in, frankly!