I had to build myself from the ground up. I had to find my passion again because it had dwindled like all the money in my bank account from being in L.A. for five months, and booking two things and not seeing any money coming my way, and struggling to get out of the house and get out of bed, and struggling to make friends. It was a really rough, rough point in my life. Back home, I saw a therapist for six months, which helped me immensely. I came to the realization: What the hell else am I going to do? And that’s what it came down to. I don’t want to do anything else. So if I have to try again, then I will try again. I’m not going to sit here and go to college for something that I don’t care about.
I did a signing at a convention in Philadelphia and a couple of girls
came up to me and told me with tears in their eyes: ‘You really helped
me.’ One girl told me she had tried to commit suicide and reading what I
had to say about mental health helped her get out of the hospital. I
had no idea that the words I’m putting out there in the world were
connecting with these young people, beautiful people. I felt so honored
and also so unworthy of their love.
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