I was in rehab after a suicide attempt. Believe me, I put my foot down. I left because I refused to be someone else's emotional punch bag. He stopped saying he had the life of a dog, when I told him that he did not respect women and that I was going to turn my art into a career. I did not participate in his games. When you are young and in love you know it is not supposed to be the way it is. But my parent's had a very hostile, acrimonious divorce and used me as a pawn to get back at one another. It took twenty years before one of them agreed to pay for the divorce. My mum and step dad and most of my family were drinkers. I was the normal one! I spent every night after school in the gym at one point - teaching and training. I was in rehab because of stress and depression because of what had happened in my life. That was the doctors conclusion. I was doing too much. Working, studying and doing my sport. I wanted to be away from the drinking culture and make something of my life. I was trying to keep all the balls in the air. I was a semi- professional athlete who was supposed to have been going to university or art school. I have never taken drugs.