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.

Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.

Mum's a worrier, she looked after everybody apart from herself - I think it runs in the family.

Every day I do something that freaks me out.

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

My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s, my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.

I have tried therapy a couple of times, but it hasn't worked.