Please and thank you

My brother is in the hospital. Since I have chosen the "close-to-none" route in terms of identity, I don't feel that I should say too much here. I will say that he is going to get better but that he doesn't have the easiest road ahead of him. And he's already had a difficult past 12 years or so, to say the least.

I've been all over the map the last 24 hours: angry, scared, frustrated, hurt, angry (once again) at my father and the continuing repercussions of his shitty life choices. This is my baby brother. The one that, for years, I felt I should have somehow saved. Taken him away from my father, him and my little sister.

If you are the praying sort, please pray. I do believe that miracles can and do happen and right now would be a really good time for one.