Mornin' frens…

Still standing, but I don't know for how much longer. This war has left me beaten, bludgeoned, bloody. Not to mention depressed, self loathing and an overwhelming feeling of worthlessness, despite the fact and number of children I've helped save. For many it was too late, those we did save will be living with the memories and trauma they've suffered for the rest of their lives. It's hard at this point to say if we've done them any real favors.

Not sure what keeps pushing me to go forward… but it seems it's the only option open.

Please keep praying anons. Never say God doesn't exist, please, because I have no doubt the Devil does.