I Believe That Everybody Comes From Pain

But The Experience That I Had, Which Was Basically Just Feeling Loved And Taken Care Of In A Room Full Of Thousands Of People I Didn't Know, Seemed To Be A Pretty Strong Sign That What I Was Doing Was A Good Thing.

I Really Felt That I Had To Stay Level, I Had To Control, I Had To Know What I Was Eating, I Had To Know What I Was Doing, I Had To Work Out. All That Stuff Is Very Powerful And It Really Helps, But Now I Don't Do It Out Of Survival. At First, I Was Just Trying To Survive. I Assumed At Some Point I'd Be Screwed Otherwise.

I Don't Take Myself Terribly Seriously. It's Why I Can Be Incredibly Honest About My Life.

Lets Try To Come To A Place Of Compassion About Mental Illness, In All Its Forms, And Help Each Other Find Healing.

I Think It’s The Misperception Of Addiction And Living Life On The Edge, As If It’s Cool.