My sister's child was born yesterday. My sister and the

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My sister's child was born yesterday. My sister and the child were fine. Everyone was ecstatic. I talked to her and her husband and my mother on the phone and offered my congratulations. I told my sister how happy I was to be an uncle. As soon as I got off the phone I immediately began drinking a bottle of whiskey. I drank until I passed out. When I woke up hungover my mind immediately went to this poor kid and the world she was going to grow up in. I fear for this child and her parents. I have a great fear for what the world is going to look like 20 years from now. I have a deep, gnawing fear that there's nothing constructive I can pass on to this child. Is this what it means to take the "black pill"? After searching myself and coming away with nothing but despair is that really the final revelation of being a human being?

What do I have to hope for for my sister's child, /pol/? I'm not shitposting, I genuinely want to believe something good is in store for her.