I've kind of realized life is meant to be tough and everybody is in psychic and spiritual discomfort of some sort and has a burden to carry. I've realized I'm not special.

I'm proud of what I write and feel endorsed by my readers.

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 am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.

I've been so showered in life, beyond my wildest dreams, such as having a loving partner I never thought I'd have.

I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.