I was a goody two shoes at home and at school. I was a high achieving, popular perfectionist from the word go. I started going in and out of depressions in 11th grade but I remained the same through college, my Masters and my CPA. Actually it was when I had a nervous breakdown at 32 that the facade crumbled and I couldn’t run anymore. Lots of shock for all involved. I often wonder if I was really ill or just driving myself too hard coupled with terrible traumas that I never resolved. Anyway, I was a good kid. Half the time I question my diagnosis.