My life is, by every objective measurement, very very good.
And in spite of all of that, I struggle every day with my self esteem, my self worth, and my value not only as an actor and writer, but as a human being.
That’s because I live with Depression and Anxiety, the tag team champions of the World Wrestling With Mental Illness Federation.
Huh. I have (or had, it’s mostly grey now) red hair in my beard despite having so dark brown that it’s almost black hair on my head. I wonder if that’s why novocaine never seemed to work on me. I got two wisdom teeth taken out under gas and novocaine and I felt it. I don’t know why the dentist didn’t stop because I know I was struggling and not keeping my mouth open.