Fatherhood is circular. One moment you’re the child with a dad and the next you're the father, leading a child. Not soon after that you’re the granddad, staring at your lineage, your inheritance. It happens too quickly, almost like a few bleeps on the radar of life. I have very early memories with my dad, riding on his back, going fishing and taking the family camping. These are fond memories, mixed with excruciating pain. Pain of self-hatred, then pain of depression, confusion and feeling completely lost within myself.
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