I'd reached a point where there was a direct conflict between what I was trying to be and who I really was.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In my marriages, I'd lost parts of who I was because I was trying to mold myself into what I thought a man wanted me to be.
But sometimes I've felt a little constrained by that idea of who I'm meant to be.
The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any.
I'd been kind of a hiccup in my parents' lives. They lost track of me and I didn't know what I was going to do with myself. And then fate reached in and took me in its hands. I was discovered right out of high school and started getting work.
I was deeply uncertain of who I was and who I wanted to be. I really thought I wanted to be a much cooler guy than what I was.
I'd never just want to do what everybody else did. I'd be contributing to the sameness of everything.
I was really conflicted. I had always planned to help the world. Instead, I was going to become an actress? That seemed like such a selfish thing to do.
I was cut off from the world. There was no one to confuse or torment me, and I was forced to become original.
In my early 30s, I started to realise I was avoiding something on a personal level, but also as a writer. I was in denial about who I was, and was trying to be someone who I was not.
I'd got over playing a character. People accepted who I was, and if I was incompetent and useless, they felt quite endeared to me.