I did masses of opiates religiously.

I like birds and dogs. I'm allergic to cats.

My mother is an immensely powerful woman.

My mother had an amazing life, and she's someone to admire.

Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.

I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I'm not bad at it. 'Anyone's crisis but mine' is my motto.

I have a girlfriend who talks like that all the time. Who constantly complain about their periods and plumbing and stuff.