At a low point lately. Don’t know how to be a man, a husband, a father. Very tired, weary, confused, empty and disorganized. There are also aches and pains in my body, my eyes are dry, and I’m in the middle of a cold and throat infection. Self-pity. Prayed, too, feebly. It seems to speak for itself. Even if it seems like religious consolation (which has demeaned faith to such an extent), it will have to do. I also talk to my wife about my feelings, but in the end, people can’t fully understand and share with each other. People are, really, alone. (Thinking so, in turn, makes me wonder how man can fail to recognize God.)