I have always been with men who were type A, alpha males. I must exist because I'm with him, I'd think. But what made them what they were also often meant they were lacking empathy genes. And now I know I don't need an alpha male; I need somebody who's interesting. I'm not pretending that I'm 100 percent healed, so I might not know if a man is right for me right away, but it wouldn't take me seven years to figure it out. Maybe a month or two.

My life is a stairway to heaven, not a 'decline into decrepitude.

You spend all your life trying to do something they put people in asylums for.

So I grew up feeling that I wasn't good enough, and that no-one would love me unless I was perfect. But no-one's perfect, we're not meant to be perfect. We're meant to be complete. But it's hard to be complete if you're trying to be perfect, so you kind of become disembodied. And I spent a lot of my life that way.""And if you don't own your strength... Women like me tend to always look over their shoulder to see who... "Who's the leader? Who's the smart one?" Never thinking it might be ME. Took a long time for me to get over that.

We're not meant to be perfect. It took me a long time to learn that.

I feel like when I was an adolescent, and felt so unworthy of love and so empty, I moved outside of myself.

The capacity of young people to persevere, even under the most adverse conditions, never ceases to amaze me.