I had a very rebellious streak when I was 16 because I had massive attachment disorder, which I think came from being adopted. I had a very lovely family, they are wonderful. I love them very much. But being adopted threw up an identity crisis for me, and I was always struggling with that, searching for love in the wrong places. I was just a mixed-up kid who didn’t have any idea of what they wanted to do with their life. It was a hard time and I made bad mistakes.
And I think what I was doing, in hindsight, though I didn’t realise it at the time, I was always running to the next thing, to the next adventure, to the next boyfriend. And a lot later in life…
