Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.

I'd rather eat nothing than eat a carrot.

Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to live with it.