Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

I don't think I'm generous enough to be the straight guy. I sort of make my own way and make my own statement. Do I mind pushing myself forward? Not at all.

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.

I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.

There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I cant be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.