I'm angry because I need medication to help me sleep.
I'm angry because when I don't sleep, I feel really tired and achy all over, which makes me useless.
I'm angry because my husband is in pain and there isn't anything I can do about it.
I'm angry because I'm tired all the time.
I'm angry because I'm in pain all the time.
I'm angry because I feel like I'm a burden.
I'm angry because I have to change my life just because of this illness.
I'm angry because I forget things all the time, including when I am in the middle of a sentence.
I'm angry because I feel powerless.
I'm angry because I can't meet the high expectations I have for myself.
I'm angry because I don't think my body could handle having any more children.
I'm angry because I am poor.
I'm angry because jobs are really hard to find in my town, making it really hard for my hubby to get a job.
I'm angry because I can't work. (When I had a job, I would collapse every evening, and I only worked a few hours a day.)
I'm angry because I am so angry about all of this.