I’ve spent most of my career living with a broken heart

I am, for the most part, a decent human being.

In my life I have spent most if not all of it with a partner, my children, a family and friends.

I have grown up in a small town in Scotland where my father worked as a teacher and my mother worked as an accountant.

My childhood was mostly spent in a house that had a pool and the only things that were important to me were to keep my eyes on the water.

I grew up with the kind of family that was so close to home and so proud of me that I didn’t feel any pressure to prove to anyone that I was better than others.

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I’m an Englishman and I’m proud of it.

I’ve also grown up a man who has been able to spend the majority of his life on the road with little thought for what would happen if I stopped.

I love it, but I’ve never had a moment where I felt that I had done enough to make the world a better place.

I don’t think I could have done it without all those other people who had to do the same.

I spent the last two years of my life travelling in the States and Europe, and my time spent there was so much better than when I was home in Scotland.

I am grateful to have made it, even though I had to get through some tough times in my life.

It wasn’t always easy.

I lived with a lot of mental health issues, and that was a big one.

I was very young, in my early twenties, when I had a diagnosis of bipolar disorder.

I knew I had bipolar disorder when I first started to get ill, but in the months before I went to see my GP, I thought that I might have it.

But when I finally got a diagnosis, it was pretty much like being told you have a heart attack.

It was hard to get the right diagnosis and I had been seeing various doctors for a long time, but they didn’t really know what to do with me.

They were only really treating me for my depression, which was really, really difficult.

I would go home for a few days, and then I’d be out of the house for about a week or two, and I’d feel so tired, depressed and lonely.

It made me feel really hopeless, and it was really hard to do that.

I had started having suicidal thoughts in the past, but nothing really seemed to help me, and when I’d finally gotten the right one, it really scared me.

I thought I’d never be able to cope with that again, and in some ways it was the perfect storm.

So the diagnosis made me think I was bipolar, but there was no treatment.

I tried a lot, but the problem was that I couldn’t see any real hope.

I’d been through the hell of a lot.

I hadn’t even been able go back home and see my family.

So my life in the US was basically just one long cycle of medication and rehab.

I never got over the depression and suicidal thoughts, and there was a lot going on in my personal life, too.

In the last few years, I’ve had a lot more to deal with in the UK.

My daughter, who was born in the last couple of months, had a birthday party last week.

We’ve been seeing a psychiatrist every day, and we’re doing well.

My life has been pretty good, but when I’m in the house, I feel like there’s a huge pressure on me, like there was nothing else to do.

There’s a bit of pressure to have it all, and a lot to worry about, but for a while I didn