Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.

I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.

The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

I think all of us feel like we're a bit on show, all the time.

When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.

Certain struggles never end.