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.

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.

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

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

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.

Everything makes me vulnerable, you just have to use it as an actor. It's a constant balance.

Being resilient is the essence of my life.