Nothing is ever good enough. I’m not good enough. I leaned that from my dad. Unhappy, a dissatisfied customer.  Indeed, that would be me. Somewhere I keep hearing this little voice. I hear it so often lately I’m wondering if I’m attending to stimuli.  That’s what the psychiatrists call it.  My son has Schizophrenia. It’s a strange disease; Read more about Nothing is ever Good Enough[…]