So when I was 24, someone suggested to me that I was bipolar, and I thought that was ridiculous. I just thought he was trying to get out of treating me. But he was also responding to the chaotic nature of my life.
Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.
No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic.
I waited for my daughter, Billie, to come to me with her troubles - but I'm glad I didn't hold my breath.
If my life wasn't funny, it would just be true, and that's unacceptable.
I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I'm still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.
