I was very troubled, yes. Me and my brother both - we were troubled and troublemakers.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was a little troublemaker. Always trying to get in trouble, always mischief, like throwing rocks at cars when I was younger, all that kind of stuff.
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
I was a really, really depressed kid.
I felt vulnerable and very much between friends. I remember walking down the hallway and thinking I had no way of knowing what was coming, literally. This wasn't because I had some horrific bullying story, but because of a steady drip of negativity.
As a teenager I was clinically depressed. Although I had lots of friends, I found those years very difficult.
No, I was two years older than the other guys. I was a war baby. My family were a lot poorer than they were. I'd had to fight too hard for anything I had in my life and to smash things up for me.
There was mental and physical abuse in my family.
I always had a dissociative disorder. But I healed from it over the course of 14 years of big-time therapy. But, you know, I mean, everybody's kind of loony now. So I was kind of a pioneer in the mental illness thing, too.
When I was in high school, I wasn't a troublemaker. I didn't get in fights. I was a good student and I had a lot of friends.
Sure, I suffered a lot. But it's not like the end of the world and it's not who I am. I lead quite a pleasant life and I'm able to divorce a perceived reality from my actual experience of life.