Between brain damage, an AVM that isn't going away any time soon, and these seizures, my body is in a pretty shite state. How are you supposed to live if the part of you that makes you work doesn't function properly?
My Dad's bipolar is ticking me off as well, which I feel bad about, but he's just annoying at the moment.
There is nothing that anyone can say or do to change it; I'm just trapped inside a body that won't work.