I'm heading in the wrong direction.

In 1996, I invited a friend of mine over to my house,

and he was also in the Marine Corps.

His intention was to give me a pamphlet to make me aware

that I may be suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder.

When he gave me the pamphlet, he said, "I realize

that you probably do not feel this way, but just read this."

And I said, "Skip, I'm going through my second divorce,

I've been in recovery for a long time now,

I'm screwed up, there's something wrong.

It can't be right because I'm heading in the wrong direction."

So that's when I was aware, and when I read the pamphlet,

I said to myself, "This is exact, this is me.

There's something wrong with me."