I survived this torture which left me paralyzed for years. That's what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violence through sex. I really do feel as though I was psychologically mutilated that night and now I'm trying to put the pieces back together again. Through love, not hatred. And through my music. My strength has been to open again, to life, and my victory is the fact that, despite it all, I kept alive my vulnerability.

Finding people in your life as sounding boards who can be neutral and clear is worth nurturing.

So, you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus.

I am finding that vulnerability gives me great strength, because you're not hiding anymore. It's really about being a pioneer for myself, going into the places where I am not being taught. I have to teach myself.

Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.

When soulmates come and go, you're never alone, even when you're standing just you and your shoes, because you carry them with you.

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.