One of the most common questions I get from people is how in the world do I manage. Often times I’m it more like this how in the fuck do you survive all this? Where do you find the strength?

I’m not offended by any of these questions in any way and by answering them honestly, I’ve hoped that my words would provide comfort to those who are struggling.

With that in mind, I wanted to put out a reminder and basically answer this question one more time, publicly.

First of all, I’m no different than anyone else. My situation maybe more complicated or challenging but I’m just a Dad. I’m just one person and a flawed one at that. I don’t have any superpowers or magic tricks to help me manage all of this.

What I do have is motivation. What I do have is something worth fighting for.

What I have are 3 amazing kids who need me. They need me to love them unconditionally. They need me to be patient. They need me to remain grounded in reality. They need me to take care of myself. They need me to be present. They need me to keep them safe. They need me to remind them that even when the days are dark, things are difficult, and our hearts have been broken, the world hasn’t ended.

The truth is, I don’t know how I manage to do what I do. I know I make plenty of mistakes and I’m far from perfect. There are some days where I sit in my room and cry because I just don’t know what else to do. There are many days where I want so badly to give up because I’m so exhausted and don’t think I can find the strength to get back up again.

If you want to know where I find my strength, just look at the pictures below.

These kids are my babies. I know I’ve been criticized for calling them my babies. They are my babies and respectfully, if you don’t like me saying that, you can go fuck yourself. They are my reason for living and sometimes, the only reason I get out of bed in the morning.

These guys are my entire world and I simply do whatever is necessary to be the best father I can be for them. I do my best to be a good example. It’s not perfect and certainly not always pretty but we’re still here. That has to count for something, right?