There have been times in my life, where defeat ran my world, and it was a bear to wrestle with. In fact, I don’t know if you can relate, but it seemed such an easy place to go in my mind.
I felt self-conscious about the family I grew up in, seven kids and blue collar family. We always had food on the table and hand me down clothes, and presents under the Christmas tree. But somehow, I felt unimportant in this family, and unlike the rest, and deeply sad.