The Struggle I Went Through Has Value.

The Only Reason I've Shared My Story Is To Take That Tiny Baby Step Of Breaking Down The Stigma Attached To Depression.

Sport That Consumed Me For Over Two Decades . . . Is Now Gone. Now It's Just Me. No Pressure, No Expectations, No Need To Be Fast, Good, Strong Or To Even Improve. Yet I Can't Let Go Of This Idea That I Always Need To Be More Than I Am. And It Is Eating Me Alive.

I'll Skate On Concrete If I Have To. I'm Not Worried About How Fast The Ice Is. I'm Worried About How Fast I Can Go On The Ice.

I Was, Without Exaggeration, A Delinquent Teenager.

If You Dream And You Allow Yourself To Dream You Can Do Anything.