What is it that you feel a lot of, every day?
For me it’s fear. I grew up with fear, fearing to be hurt, to be punished, to be abandoned. That was the fear of physical and mental pain. My other fear was that of starvation (hence my experiment with six days of no eating). I was afraid there wouldn’t be enough food. Some days there wasn’t enough, and I learned the terrible, sharp pangs of starvation (I wasn’t quite one year old when I had to have a blood transfusion in a hospital to survive from severe malnutrition or dystrophy—from what I’ve been told, my father gave me his blood because my mother didn’t feed me—what was the truth? Who knows).Read More