Being a Barrymore didn't help me other than giving me a great sense of pride and a strange spiritual sense that I felt OK about having the passion to act. It made sense because my whole family had done it and it helped rationalise it for me.

I really love being alive. I love my family and my work. I love the opportunity I have to do things. That's what happiness is.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

I realised how paranoid and guarded and not trusting - walled-in - I had become. Not consciously so but just this armour that I kind of have protective armour. It's not for my friends or family but for being.outside in the world always on guard.

When families are strong and stable so are children - showing higher levels of wellbeing and more positive outcomes. But when things go wrong - either through family breakdown or a damaged parental relationship - the impact on a child's later life can be devastating.

In that I found being able to talk to my family about my feelings praying for strength and realizing that our lives have a deep purpose and the journey of our lives is to find out what that is and express it was the only way I could have gotten through it.

I've been so fortunate in my life that my family has never been jealous of my success. They have shown true love and commitment to me by being supportive. They shared in it.

Positive feelings come from being honest about yourself and accepting your personality and physical characteristics warts and all and from belonging to a family that accepts you without question.

My whole damn family was nice. I don't think I've imagined it. It's true. Maybe it has to do with being brought up as Christian Scientists. Half of my relatives were Readers or Practitioners in the church.

I have these visions of myself being thirty thirty-five forty having a family.