Therapy, that’s why I have to write this.
I’m sat at my desk at 2 am wondering where it all went wrong.
I have a bloody scratch on my neck, a throbbing headache, I have shed a bucket full of tears, my loving wife I cannot speak too, I am fearful.
I shall paint a picture for you. Have you ever been rejected? By a girlfriend or boyfriend? Going for a job? By a parent…