I became somebody because my parents wanted me to be special and my educators wanted me to be special, and they trained me how to do that. It’s called ego structuring. I really made it. I was really somebody. My parents were proud of me. I could look in their eyes and see pride and appreciation. That part was very gratifying. The only problem was, inside I felt lousy. I felt like somehow I should be happy. But I wasn’t. I thought, “Well, happiness isn’t everything, is it? As long as I am what everyone wants me to be, isn’t that enough?” But it wasn’t, and I felt very weird.
