I am moderately successful in my life, I guess (as far as my job is concerned). My wife of 10 years left me because she felt she was not free and felt anchored down when I bought a house and had our first and only kid. My son is 6 years old and lives with me. He loves me and I love him to death. This may be coming more to reality, as I was diagnosed with thyrold cancer 6 months back. I am 42 years old. I guess, I am depressed because now I drink a lot alcohol and order unhealthy take-out food almost everyday. I have gained almost 40lbs in last 5 months. I polish off a bottle of vodka almost every day and sleep terribly. I wake up in the morning hating myself and everything I have become. This is not how I wanted my life and my kid to see his father in this way. 

I do cook healthy for my son and make sure he has everything, but every time I look into his dark brown eyes, I realize I may not see him for long. 

I have no one to talk to, except my son, and as much I love talking to him about Peter Rabbit and Paw Patrol, I think I am losing this battle. I just want all of this to end.