Getting down is part of the journey of every human being, whether an artist or an accountant, a financier or at home on leave.

In me, depression often comes after a moment of excitement, almost as if to balance the seesaw-or should I say roller coaster-of my emotions. There are days when I wake up and am overwhelmed by the impostor syndrome, when I am convinced that the path I took, so full of uncertainties, was a mistake.

When I started acting I was 19 years old and I didn't worry about anything. I could get by on crackers and tuna pasta. Acting in the theater with my friends was all I needed. Then, as I grew up, I felt within me the ambition grow, the desire to do bigger things, to act with more famous directors and actors, to compare myself with the best. And fate wanted to offer me all these possibilities.

I am lucky, and yet, often, I feel wrong. There is an agent inside me, a saboteur, who whispers to me that "they have all deluded themselves into thinking that you are what you want them to think you are, but deep down inside you know that you are not. You are not worth what you project."

Here, often for me, depression starts with this little voice in my brain that tries so hard to divide me from the world. A deep division, not physical, but perceptual. Much more insidious, because if I give in, there is no way back but to exert a push of pure conviction. A titanic effort of self conviction.

I think bringing us down is loneliness. That sense of disconnection with the rest of the world that leaves us alone with ourselves. A beautiful feeling, intoxicating because of the freedom it gives us, but at the same time, a place where every obstacle risks becoming a tombstone under which we succumb.

There are days when I get up and I am in that place, perhaps because of the legacy of my childhood, spent often in loneliness, in incomprehension. Or maybe it is something we all have inside, that doubt about our abilities, that fear of not living up to what others want from us. Others, ourselves, our parents, friends, fans, there is no difference, because everything, in fact, happens within us. We are the makers of our happiness and our downfalls.

There is a beautiful saying, "Make peace with yourself." It is often said to indicate someone who has two conflicting opinions on the same subject, a form of internal inconsistency. But I think making peace with yourself can be the highest form of healing.

We need to reunite with all those voices within, understanding that they are not something from outside, but something that we have embedded over the years, that belongs to us. We are those voices. And those voices are us.

If we embraced ourselves, if we decided that all those worlds within us, all those jagged and conflicting dimensions that make up the prism of our soul, are nothing but the facets of a single, wonderful diamond, we would find peace with ourselves.

And perhaps, that first step toward the surface would help us look at others for what they are: broken diamonds seeking union, just like us.