I've been lucky to find a husband who doesn't judge my past.
Depression, for me, has been a couple of different things - but the first time I felt it, I felt helpless, hopeless, and things I had never felt before. I lost myself and my will to live.
The eye of the hurricane forms as air rotates up and out of the hurricane and some of the air that's being spun out of the top of the storm sinks back into the center. This keeps the eye of the storm relatively calm and clear.
My professional life, in a strange way, has always been going up, up, up, while my personal life was just the complete opposite.
Like most women, I want to stay fashionable during my pregnancy - and on TV, that means coming up with something new to wear every day for at least five months.
I didn't choose to get anorexia. I may have made some childhood-like choices to try to control something. 'I know what I'll do: I'll just not eat.' That was the initial point, but then it spiraled and became a disease - not a choice by any means.
At home, my personal life was regularly falling apart, and from childhood on, I had a lot of chaos. I was addicted to chaos; I was addicted to self-harm, and I had to seek help at the hospital.
I don't have anything to prove, but I do like to challenge myself.