Hurt. Angry. Sad. Depressed. Frustrated. Scared. Anxious. Helpless. Determined. Deflated. Desperate. Loving. Broken. Devastated. Resolute. Futility. Hollow.
Just some of the many things I’m feeling right now as a father.
I don’t know what I can say about it. No word sums up how I feel about it, or how it affects my son, or how it affects the people closest to my son, or how it affects me, but itself.
I’ve never met a thing so powerfully beautiful and worthy of love that was also so crushing and destructive. I am at a loss.