I guess I define myself as a mother, a wife, kind of a nutty person. A good person.

So I'm running in the park on Saturday, in shorts, thinking this [warm weather] is great, but are we all gonna die? You know? I can't, I can't figure this out.

Honestly, Im living my fantasy. Its being with my family, preferably on a snowy afternoon with a fire going, cuddled up in blankets, playing a game.

You feel better in the short run when you have a tub of ice cream, but in the long run, you don't.

Sometimes, the experiences that tell you what you don't want to do are as important as those that tell you what you do want to do.

My family fulfills me.

I feel I always have to work harder, I have to impress all the time. Impress whom? With what? People say, "Just be yourself." Well, my anxiety is that people aren't going to want that.