“So, uh… I really don’t like talking about this shit but I shouldn’t hold it in. It’s not really healthy, but um, when I was 18 I lost a child. Well, obviously I wasn’t pregnant but my girl at the time lost our baby. It happened right after my car accident, after I got out the hospital and right around the time I found out I really couldn’t play baseball anymore. That baby was a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe my life and I would be okay. That baby was my light at the end of the tunnel. It wasn’t planned or anything but, it seemed like something I really needed in my life at the time. However, the higher powers had something else in mind for me. It took a long time for me to get over it, I honestly still don’t feel like I’m over it. I know I’m not actually, but I’m getting by. I still have dreams about who that kid would be, or what it would look like. It fucking sucks, but I deal. However, seeing babies or people pregnancy still make me feel kinda… sad, I guess is the word I wanna use. I don’t know. but, yeah…”