Well, where do I start? I was born in a town of less than 600 and raised in a town of less than 800 in the middle of nowhere. I’m now in my mid forties with a brain wife and little girl. For as long as I can remember I’ve never really felt comfortable in my skin. Ya know that feeling you get like someone is watching you? Well, imagine feeling like that all the time. Feeling like every word you say and every move you make is being analyzed by big brother. Hopefully this will not only help me, but it may help someone else out there that feels the way I do. Enjoy my ride through misery and over analysis of my life..
My Mental Health Struggle
