My story begins like many soap opera clichés.

My mother got pregnant at 17 by a boy involved in crimes whom I never met.

I was born in the favelas of Brazil and had a simple but happy childhood.

I had a stepfather who I consider my father to this day, I am very grateful for everything he provided for me, but that doesn’t mean it was easy.

He was extremely demanding about everything, and I grew up with the feeling that I was never good enough, afraid, withdrawn, and understanding that my way of being was wrong. I used my escape valve from studying because I always liked learning.

When I was a teenager I had my first girlfriend, and because of my need for approval, I did everything for her, which resulted in 6 years of a relationship that destroyed me. I was betrayed and humiliated dozens of times and fell into depression.

And to help, of course, my parents separated.

After many suicidal thoughts, I decided I needed to change.

I became obsessed with the word happiness. I wanted to understand what makes people happy.

It was then that I started my studies.

I graduated as a scientist, with 3 years of studies in exact sciences (physics, quantum physics, chemistry, biology, mathematics) and another 3 in human sciences (psychology, philosophy, neuroscience, morals, ethics). READ MORE