I love this world and it's beautiful except my child is so seriously depressed she wont eat, sleep, potty, dress, play or go outside independently. I love the world yet the last week I've hardly seen outside my front door.  I love the world and I'm so proud of my son for coping, and I'm hoping he wont be screwed up by this in the future. I could fucking scream, except my belly is frozen with fear.