I started writing at a very young age. When I was nine, I watched Willow, a Ron Howard movie that made me think writing stories was the coolest thing on the face of the Earth. At ten, I saw The NeverEnding Story (an adaptation of Michael Ende's book), which confirmed that creating worlds was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. At that age, I created my first and only fanfic about a girl who reached a fantasy world through a magic book.

At eleven, I realized I wanted to write my own original stories, so I started my first fantasy novel about three thirteen-year-olds who get lost in the mountains. And guess what? The mist transports them to another dimension full of fairies, adventures, and strange creatures. I finished that novel at fourteen and even registered it with the copyright office in my country, but I never published it.

For many years, nothing stopped me. I wrote science fiction and adventure stories, but I mainly wrote fantasy for 20 years.

At 36, I fell severely ill due to two "medications" prescribed by doctors who never managed to diagnose me correctly. When I was 21, I was told I suffered from anxiety and depression, and they started giving me benzodiazepines and an SSRI antidepressant. The reality was that those were symptoms of another condition: ADHD. So, what I should have been given was medicine for that. That’s why the drugs they gave me never worked. They only kept me sedated and zombie-like for several years.