Oh my God … YOU are real. Oh my God … You ARE real. OH MY GOD … You are REAL! Oh my God … You’re really real!
I know some people need counseling but not everyone can afford it.
I think it’s hard for any parent to see anything negative said or done against your child and, when you can’t directly do something about it, it’s hard.
I really want to help people. I really want to give somebody that hope that they need to keep going.
When you hit rock bottom, you have nowhere to go but up.
My spiritual high naturally dissipated. At some point you’ve got to come out of the clouds and live real life. Again, it’s just like falling in love. The feeling of euphoria is only temporary.
Getting into my teen years, I was filled with so much shame and pain that I got really involved with drugs and alcohol. I was hanging out with the wrong people and getting involved in the wrong relationships and everything just sort of spun out of control.
At 3, I played an innocent game of doctor, minus the stethoscope and medicine bag.
When you get knocked down you get knocked down in Round 1 of life, there’s Round 2.
My son is not a public figure to me, he is my son. I can’t predict what’s going to be in the headlines. Justin has always been someone who has to do things his way. And I have to be able to believe he will do the right thing and he will come out on top.
To my abusers: I forgive you.
No matter what projects I’m taking on, I want to (do) things to help other people.