My therapist says I still haven't got in touch with my anger. Maybe one day I'm going to explode. But I'm still really happy. I know it looks like a strange and painful upbringing - all those experiences led me to the paths that I'm on now.

Families in real life don't tend to resolve things neatly.

I just want to make sure I have a sense of balance between work and life, because work is my life and the lines can get really blurry.

Both of my marriages have taught me the same lesson twice over really harsh: listen to your instincts. Don't be a people pleaser.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.

I aspire to be that, to be a voice of reason one day.

My twenties were about exploring love and being a wildflower and trying to figure everything out. Now I'm not comfortable being that happy wildflower anymore, but I still don't feel like a woman. I wonder when that moment's going to hit.