I look at the tattoo inside my left wrist. It's my brother's name, he committed suicide two years ago. Just before the second anniversary of his death, I tattooed his name. I miss him, of course, and I decided I would live for me, and for him.

In everyday life, I use positive thoughts, sense of humor, Taekwondo, running, and yoga to make me stronger.

My job, challenges, and simple things like waking up, going to my patio, and seeing that an hibiscus or a camellia opened during the night. It just makes me happy.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, everybody knows this!

My mother is schizophrenic. I would love to be brave enough to learn more about it. I try to understand her, I try to be positive about it. She can be so absent and tired by her medication; sometimes she's so lucid, funny, and smart.

I want to grow up as an actress and as a woman. Be independent.

I never believed in God and I will never believe in it.