I don't believe in God.

I have a problem with cleaning. It's my release. I get up at 6 A.M. and clean and hoover and mop everything. Then I feel better.

So long as you've got your friends about you, and a good positive attitude, you don't really have to care what everyone else thinks.

I read in the paper that I'd slashed my wrists. But I didn't.

I want to break down some of the stigma associated with mental illness.

It's horrible, horrible, horrible. It took a year and a half until I found out that I had post-natal depression.

Exercise keeps me occupied, which is good for my mental health.