I am not ashamed to tell you how bad my life was and how bad I struggled. I felt I was below rock bottom. It was like how hell felt like and I can imagine the Devil himself was winning the battle but I eventually won the War.
Depression was not pretty.
It was like living the worst day of my entire life over and over and over. It felt like Freddy Krueger and demons were haunting me in my dreams and this is just an understatement. It was horrible.
5-11, over 240-pound man, if you saw me on the street you would not think
anything is wrong with me. The truth though is far different — I have endured
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, depression and anxiety for most of my life.
My first incident occurred when I was just four years old
I watched Thriller and saw Michael Jackson turn into a werewolf. It traumatized me. When I started kindergarten, I would hide underneath tables because I was afraid my teacher would turn into a werewolf. I started seeing a psychiatrist … Read more... “The Fighter!”