I brushed my teeth this morning. I got dressed and got into work. I’ve been up since 5:30. I exist. Depression is a subtle description of my existence.

Just the thought that my daughter doesn’t want to see me breaks my heart every day. I exist and maintain the illusion that I’m doing well.

I called her “Sugar”. Today I cried. This is parental alienation. I can only imagine the impact on my children… literally since it’s been 9 years since I’ve talked to them. They are strangers.  I can only pray I made a positive impression on them in their early years.

I’ll never stop being a father.