Very not liking this. Don't really want to go into detail. (Not really looking for sympathy, either.)
This is the like the Internet holding area for people like me, eh? (Not that I'm putting anyone down.)
Not happy. Very not happy. (See my avatar.)
My wife has been pushing me to get diagnosed. Why? What will that prove? I am what I am, which is what I've always been.
Very very sad to think on.
So, no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I only get so far. (Makes sense. Seems to describe a lot of my "under achieving" displayed throughout my life.)
Wife wants me to go to therapy. Yeah, great.
Being here is like admitting I have a hole in my head, or something. Makes me very, very depressed. I hate having a label, and I hate the reality even more.
Trying hard not to be angry at God, (and my very disatisfied, critical wife, who says I have to "DO SOMETHING!")
Profanity is not far from my soul, these days, believe me. Very very very strong profanity.