I never coined the term 'Octomom.'
I have embraced every day with gratitude.
Struggle is the best teacher.
My calling was to be a mom.
I am happiest at home with the kids.
Is it fair to have a bunch of kids help solve your emotional issues? Of course not.
With children, I feel so safe in my predictable world. They will never leave me.
Kids love you unconditionally.
I am hated in my hometown.
Every single thing I do... is just me surviving.
I look back in retrospect, and I would never say I regret not one of my children. They are why I live.
I personally do not believe I'm irresponsible.
Everything I do revolves around my children.
My mom, we had a relationship. I knew she loved me. I always knew she loved me. But she didn't, openly or overtly, express, you know, affection and love.
I was very unconditionally loved and accepted, I felt, by my father.
I have been compelled to dig deep inside and pull out strengths I never knew I possessed in order to protect my family.
I am not a victim. I do not blame anyone for the circumstances of my life.
That's exactly what Octomom is: a carnival attraction.
I've done things in the media I was not only not proud of, I was ashamed of.
I journal at four or five in the morning.
