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It’s the only time I see him smile.

He was everything a good father should be.

My Dad, The Superhero

He was my Knight in shining armor, who slew mobs of fire-breathing dragons with his bare hands. He was my hero and a force to be reckoned with.

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OCD (a.k.a — Kryptonite)

Checking, locking, washing, counting, and pleading with his demons to break the cycle and go to bed. The man who saved me from drowning as a kid was now the one flailing helplessly in a green ocean of kryptonite.

My heart shattered into a million pieces that day as I watched my hero get stripped of his superpowers. The strongest life-force I had ever known was ripped away from me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Seeing my dad fight for his life every day makes me want to fight for mine even harder. It scares the shit out of me to not take care of myself.

I love you, playing my guitar, rebuilding my life one article at a time, and drinking coffee in my underwear! Thank you for your love and support!❤