Lets start at the very beginning.......its a very good place to start.

I guess I had an ominous start to life, being born on Friday 13th August 1976. A year to the day since my brother was born. My brother who died before I had a chance to know him. We share the same birthday. Maybe that's why my parents never saw fit to celebrate my birthday, why we always had to be away on that date. There was never much to celebrate for them, I understand that in a way. And yet I have grown up always thinking that I wasn't the child they wanted. They wanted the one they had lost and without a doubt if they still had him, I wouldn't be here today. Maybe that's where my lack of self-esteem stems from? I've never been able to relate to either of my parents and they seem to have been completely unable to talk to me for the most part of my life.

to be continued...............