If you were to ask someone close to me, like my wife, where I was three months ago compared to where I am today, I’m confident she would tell you without a shred of doubt that I am leaps and bounds better than I was. If I look at the facts, if I look at... Continue Reading →
"It's like I get one person for two or three weeks, and then that last week, I get a completely different person. My notes for the past three months literally say 'hopeful' for two weeks, then hopeless and depressed for the last week or two of the month. I can't officially diagnose you, but I think you have PMDD" she said with confidence.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've had this really terrible habit of giving up on something if I wasn't the best at it immediately. At 30, I still don't know how to ride a bike because I gave up within the first hour of trying because I kept falling. I remember my father... Continue Reading →