I can remember the frustration of not being able to talk. I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not get the words out, so I would just scream.
You cry and you scream and you stomp your feet and you shout. You say, 'You know what? I'm giving up, I don't care.' And then you go to bed and you wake up and it's a brand new day, and you pick yourself back up again.