In 1997, it all started to get weird. I met a married man who I thought could talk directly to my mind, and unbeknown to me, someone else I'd always loved (but was also married) was also looking for a doorway to my mind through his penchant for cyber-stalking. Between them, these two people created a situation in which my mind was literally blown, and through the smoke, lightning and bits of brain came a couple of entities I couldn't see, but came to trust over time. These unseen influencers drove me to the computer every morning at 6am sharp and told me to research things I'd never heard of, in very specific terms. Thus I came to learn about quantum mechanics and a host of spiritual principles that had never crossed my path before. And of course, my mental state got itself on the official record.
So I fell into depression, and if you've been depressed, you'll know how hard it is to get out of that state of mind. Qualifications don't help in the navigation of life.
"There will be a question on the Monopoly board, and the answer will be Mayfair."
I was pretty taken aback by that, but not until I was in the studio did the message prove its own credence. More proof, if any were needed, that there are many things over which we have no control at all. More irony would follow.
Kissing Bradley was something I knew in advance that I had to do. I couldn't have lived with myself if I walked away and hadn't kissed him. To top it all, on The Chase Bloopers he told viewers I'd left with a restraining order!