I’ve lived most of my life, suffering and struggling in silence, as a lot of men and women have. Growing up in the Upstate South Carolina, appearances were everything. Portraying the perfect life was everyone’s goal. You all went to church together — I remember thinking that it was a competition between the adults in the Baptist church my mother made me attend, to be the “best” Christian… I felt like my mom was always gunning for a perfect attendance award or something.