Lately I have been rendered near speechless. I couldn't even bring myself to write what I wanted to here to even explain why. All I can say is that I've devolved into a failure of a husband, the world is becoming more horrible by the minute, and that most of the joy has been stripped from my spirit. What little I have left, I give to my family; what little I get, I get from my family. Weakness keeps me from rising above the darkness that I witness deepening every day. And I can't turn away, because turning away means being reticent, and being reticent is worse than being helpless.
The tides of fate have grown into a storm, and I am drowning.