“Bipolarity, Parenthood & Crying”

My youngest woke up crying and had a night terror. He had a nightmare where he saw his loved ones burned into the grass...grass intact...everyone charred to a crisp: “you all looked like a cheap BBQ”.

He saw his worst visual in motion.

He said “I’m hungry and want to smell ‘home’...”.

He wanted me to make him dinner.

Scrambled eggs with bacon & 7 layer cheese. We talked and I found out that he’s been tossing and turning so hard since the CV19 start and losing a world of school that, even after a break down, he’s just STILL so scared. I can’t even remotely blame him.

I’ve seen it first hand. I’m scared everyday.

I told him: “Hey Buhbah, I DO understand. It’s a scary world...you’re not as social...not as connected...friends are far away and your heart is chomping...I DO understand...what can I do to help you?!?!

He just let loose tears and said “Uhm...I don’t know Daddy...”.

This is what I said to him:

“No mattter what...I’m here to help you...listen to you...be your shield...be your sword...Daddy is here to get you into tomorrow. Please just say ‘Daddy I need you...I need to talk to you...’ and I’m there”.

I can only hope and pray that is the way it will be.