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

I try to cope with everything through humor.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

When you have children, that's your main focus.

I don't think I'm that intelligent. I think I'm semi-intelligent.

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

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