I was what they call a 'highly functional addict.' ... sometimes people who need help look nothing like people who need help.

During my drinking decades, I lived like a pig. My room was a hazardous pile of stilettos, tube tops, wine bottles, ashtrays, and old magazines. I valued nothing. Everything that came into my life was disposable: clothes, opportunities, people. My bedroom looked as if my insides had spilled out onto the floor.

I think when your heart hurts this much it means you opened it wide once- and that is something to be proud of.

The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.

I think that sometimes quitting is exactly the right thing to do. Quitting something that's not working requires self-awareness and courage.

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I've finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don't have to hide it and I don't have to fix it. I'm not broken.

A good day is a good day. A bad day is a good story.

If you feel something calling you to dance or write or paint or sing, please refuse to worry about whether you're good enough . Just do it. Be generous. Offer a gift to the world no one else can offer : yourself.

Don't let yourself become so concerned with raising a good kid that you forget you already have one.