present feeling

There is an unsympathetic darkness in watching a man you love kill himself slowly.

There is even more sorrow because you can only watch,

there is nothing you can do about it – he doesn’t let you, he won’t let you –

you can’t help him, not anymore.

Your only hope lies in the faith, being challenged by the same situation,

that this is happening for a greater reason – for a bigger purpose.

You also hope that somehow, by some form of miracle, things will be fine;

that All Shall Be Well.