I have no hope….

I have lost my faith….

My wife is gone. She left me. She is lost in her own mental breakdown but she also took me down with her. She broke me in ways I never knew I could be broke….

The bills are mounting now, where are my friends? I can’t do this anymore….

I can’t get off this bed. Why bother? Whats the point?….

I can’t feel anything but pain. I hurt so bad inside. I am supposed to be strong, a man. I am not supposed to feel this pain….

I can’t do this any more….

I have no hope. God hates me….

WHAM!!!

Ouch! My head hurts!

I look up to see my 5 year old daughter in her princess outfit hitting me over the head with her magic wand. “Hi daddy. I love you. Get up and make a wish!”

I smile. Again.

“My wish already came true. I have you sweetie.” She bounds out of the room with a smile on her face.

I am strong! My kids need me. I need me. I will go on! For them, for me. Thank you God for the sign.

I can do this. One day at a time.

I have hope!