The Minute I Started Addressing My Feelings,

I'm Far From Perfect. I'm Still Learning. I Overworked Myself, And I Paid The Price. I Consider The Breakdown A Breakthrough. I Needed To Hit Rock Bottom. I Needed To Understand The Cost Of Pushing So Hard; Fighting So Hard Against The System.

To Quote Frank Sinatra, "regrets, I've Had A Few / But Then Again, Too Few To Mention."

My Father Identified As A Black Man. No One Asked Him Because He Was Clearly Black. But People Always Ask Me. If We Were Together, People Would Look At Us In A Really Strange Way. It Sucked. As A Little Girl I Had Blond Hair And They'd Look At Me, Look At Him, And Be Disgusted.

I Look Around And See The Things I Have, And I Remember Not Having Them. That Is One Thing That Keeps Me Grounded. I'm Definitely The Same Person I Was. . . . I Never Lose Me, I Never Lose The Real Person.

It's Not Easy That Everything You Do, Everybody Has To Come In And Critique It And Give Their Opinion. Sometimes It Does Help Me And Sometimes It Hurts Me As A Person. That's Life. I Have Feelings.