Lone hotel room in middle of Waco, Texas. Traveling from Dallas to Austin between games as a hockey scout. 2pm in the afternoon, bright sunny day, but it was the darkest day and hotel room I can ever remember. “He is so mental!” “He is crazy!” When I was growing up, being “mental” was a …
I have an anxious brain. I was born with an anxious brain. For as long as I can remember my brain worked a little differently than other people who weren’t blessed with thinking in layers; an abundanceof creativity and empathy and an innate ability to recognize and understand subtle nuances. When I was a child… …