I think when someone blindly projects and it's showing up in the form of envy or hate - and I actually think they're synonymous - that's when I feel the most afraid and disconnected and vulnerable. Like whenever I don't feel safe in my own hands, in terms of my not being tender or merciful with myself, or when we're treating each other that way.

I started playing piano when I was 6. And I knew that wanted to be involved in that form of expression, whether it was through music, or acting, or dancing, or painting, or writing.

Life has a funny way of helping you out when you think that everything's gone wrong.

How long before my dignity is reclaimed?

I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs.

I would not have discredited every one of their compliments. It was your approval I wanted, your congratulations.

The people that were invested in me staying the same way after a decade will most likely by default have to be disappointed.