I’ve spent my life as an emergency doctor, but nothing prepared me for the moment the tables turned. Two days ago, my 7-year-old daughter, Lily, was rushed into the ICU. I am now sitting here watching her fight a severe Lupus flare that has attacked her system with a ferocity I’ve never seen. I’m struggling to even breathe as I write this. I’ve already lost my wife, and Lily is my entire world along with my son. Seeing her hooked up to these machines is pushing me into a darkness I can't describe. I feel like I’m at the end of my rope honestly, I feel like I’m losing my mind and my will to keep going. The isolation of this hospital room is suffocating. I don't use the messaging apps on here much because I’m constantly on my work phone. If anyone has the heart to just be a human connection for a grieving father—if you can send a text or a supportive voice note to help me stay grounded so I don't give up please just comment 'I'm here' below.