I've never been one for keeping a journal, so my songs were my journals. They allowed me to express my feelings and let people know what was going on with me. I knew that somebody would relate.

I believe in a higher power. I believe in inspiration.

I have no clue why, but maybe sometimes when there's someone you don't hear from, it's the person you want to hear from the most.

To be given permission to be confused -- and remain confused -- for as long as it takes would have been a huge gift.

The pain is necessary. Sometimes pain is the teacher we require, a hidden gift of healing and hope.

I still have certain goals that I want. Grammies... Other awards... an Oscar one day.

I can express gratitude for the simple act of being able to breathe in and breathe out. I can move away from darkness and depression to light and hope. I can be happy with who I am, not what I should be, or what I might have been, or what someone tells me I must be. I am me, the true me; you are you, the true you - and that's good. That's beautiful. That's enough.