I remember I was showing signs of trauma as a small boy. Also very shy, and I remember feeling nauseated a lot. Later in my teens, I felt inferior to everyone and could see I was quite paranoid, always felt watched, nauseous, and I was secretly worried I was going to die from cancer: went to the doctors twice. I've exhibited symptoms of poor mental health my whole life.

Basically kept it to myself and 'coped' until aged 29 when I admitted myself to alcohol and drug rehab. And there, a new chapter began.