I still can't believe I won the Olympics. That's what I feel right now - completely alive as a human being. It's a really beautiful moment.

Sport that consumed me for over two decades . . . is now gone. Now it's just me. No pressure, no expectations, no need to be fast, good, strong or to even improve. Yet I can't let go of this idea that I always need to be more than I am. And it is eating me alive.

The only reason I've shared my story is to take that tiny baby step of breaking down the stigma attached to depression.

I was, without exaggeration, a delinquent teenager.

I am nowhere near my limit. I just want to see if there are such things as limits. I want to go and find out.

I love working with kids and I want to just be able to do it from my heart and not as a job.

I want people to be inspired that I've always strived for excellence and I've always gone beyond what anybody ever thought I could do, what I thought I myself could do. And I've allowed myself to be inspired, kept my eyes open and my senses open to inspiration around me.