Fame made me develop a panic disorder.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think fame became exciting for me in the late '90s because I could actually use it as a means to an end. I could actually have it help me serve my vocationfulness.
Fame had brought me so much unhappiness.
I wanted fame, but I thought it would be incremental, and I became afraid of the overnight-sensation thing.
I was obsessed with being rich and famous.
Fame is a curse... it was the worst phase of my life, which I thank God I'll never have to go through again.
I was not prepared for fame. It hit me hard, and I did not have the capacity to cope.
When all this fame first comes, it's like being hit by a giant wave. You panic and think if you can just calm down and see where it's going, you'll be okay. Then you become more relaxed.
At first it was exhilarating but when I realized it wasn't going away, it became scary and claustrophobic. Fame is a weird thing.
Fame is something I think happens as a result of trying to do good work. If you're trying to be famous, your work usually suffers.
Fame didn't happen to me in my 20s, it has been a gradual thing which probably makes it easier to deal with.