I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

As for the stage fright, it never goes away. When I'm waiting in the wings to go on, it's agony every single time but I stay focused and I know that once I'm on stage it'll be fine; I'll be in my happy little bubble.

There are so many young women who throw their talent away.

I love luxury, I love the high life, and I have to foot the bills - I have received practically nothing from my marriages and relationships.

I have always worked and I would say I'm generous with money - if somebody needed anything I would always give it to them.

I broke my ankle ten years ago so high heels are not an option unless I'm literally going door to door for a function.

Generally, I'm a pretty positive, but like any other working person, if the jobs aren't coming in, I do get depressed.