What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.

When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.

I would say at the moment the only person who could have played me this past year would have to be Angelina Jolie.

Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

From such a young age, I was raised and have raised myself on film to such an extent, that it has sometimes bled into my reality. There are times I've felt very Mulholland Drive, where people's dream worlds overlap with each other.