This week was supposed to be a time for celebration for the cast and crew of Gentefied . The Boyle Heights family comedy about ‘gentefication‘ made a big splash upon its release on Netflix. On Friday, the team learned that Camila Maria Concepción, the show’s writers’ assistant, had taken her life.

Concepción was a self-described “translatina storyteller/activist/survivor whose pronouns are she/her/hers and/or that bitch.” She was a vocal advocate for trans liberation. In fact, she spoke on that very topic at the 2018 United States of Women Summit alongside artist Micah Bazant, poet Audrey Kuo, and political commentator Sally Kohn.

On the industry side, she’d also been at the forefront of better trans representation. In 2018, she partnered with artist Favianna Rodriguez and Transparent’s Jill Soloway to push for the 5050by2020 initiative that sought to “demand the leadership of those who have been marginalized in order to build new models of power, access, and representation in television and film.”

As news of her death reached the Gentefied fam, celebrations of her spirit and talent poured in. “You were a light,” Linda Yvette Chavez shared in an Instagram post. “A brilliant light that struggled to shine in the midst of the darkness in this world. But I saw you, girl. I fucking saw you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you were fucking magic and I wanted the world to devour your magnificence the way you deserved.

Marvin Lemus echoed her: “When Linda and I met you, we knew you were the most special, raw talent we’d ever fucking met. We knew you were going to be huge. You were going to be bigger than just our writer’s assistant.”

Read emotional tributes from colleagues and friends, in their entirety, below:

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Camila, mi amor, I can't seem to write these words without bursting into tears. I can't believe I'm writing these words at all. Because you're supposed to be here, Camila. You were supposed to be there Thursday and you weren't. And I texted you because I was worried. Because you were missing. A big part of this dream was missing and i should have known… I should have listened to that voice inside that said something was wrong… My love, you were brilliant. You were powerful. You were a creator Marvin and I were ready to champion to the ends of the earth. The first time you sat in that room with us a year and a half ago you were magnetic. You told story like you were spinning cotton candy. The sweetness enveloping the jagged edges of a woman looking to heal. My girl from El Monte who went to Yale who loved her girl from Norwalk who went to Stanford. And we trauma-bonded over being the only ones in a sea of whiteness. Over leaving our hoods and doing better and doing right by our mamis. You were an angel God sent me. I'll never forget the first text you sent me filled with so much love, respect, and adoration. You said you looked up to me but in words that felt like they were coming from the universe itself because you always seemed to send them when I needed them most. When I was struggling with making the show and was having a hard time believing in myself. You were this angel that would pop into my messages or into my office and say exactly what I needed to hear… and did I ever thank you for that? I thought I did but now I can't remember. And fuck I hope I did. You were a light. A brilliant light that struggled to shine in the midst of the darkness in this world. But I saw you, girl. I fucking saw you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you were fucking magic and I wanted the world to devour your magnificence the way you deserved. Baby, you were going to have a show on HBO. I needed that show. I needed your voice. Your story. Your wisdom. Your fucking fierce wit and fearless IDGAF fervor. You should be here.

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I’ve been trying to avoid writing this post all day. Late last night the Gentefied family learned that we lost one of the brightest souls, not only on this show, but that I’ve ever met in my life. I’ve been trying my hardest to numb the hurt by focusing on the show and all the love coming in, waiting to get a phone call to let me know this was a sick joke. Camila, Im so mad at you right now. I’m so fucking pissed because I kept waiting to hear back about that coffee. I was excited to see what crazy outfit you were going to wear to the premiere. I’m mad that I don’t get to hear you ramble on and on about what you thought of your first episode of television. What I’m sure would be mostly talking about how fucking great you are. And you would be absolutely right. When Linda and I met you, we knew you were the most special, raw talent we’d ever fucking met. We knew you were going to be huge. You were going to be bigger than just our writer’s assistant. I’m so fucking mad at you because I’m one of your million adoring fans and I was going to make it my personal mission to make sure the fucking world knew your name. I was so excited thinking about being in the room again with you and being annoyed at how many fucking pictures you would ask me to take of you because you knew my conceited ass also wanted to get the best shot that made you look amazing. Mija, I knew just an inkling of the pain you were feeling and the hurt you had gone through. You inspired me every day with your perseverance and your ability to shorten very fucking word to fit into your schedule. Mija, I hope you’re at peace now. I’ll get over my anger. I’m not ready yet. Maybe it’s just my way of holding onto just a bit of the flame that made you so incredibly bright. The past 24 hours were supposed to be for all of us. Pero te lo juro que we’ll make every minute from now on count in your honor. Siempre. Rest in Power. Rest In Peace. Te amo. Your big brother, Marvinganoosh.

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Camila, you’re wearing my shirt in this photo because you lost yours. Which is classic you. I just left your memorial service. You don’t feel gone. As @mexemilia lovingly pointed out when everyone was sharing stories, you were our @gentefied writers assistant, but not a very good one. You got so into the characters and stories and jokes, and forgot to take notes. Sometimes you took smoke breaks knees deep into story breaking! Emilia said it better cause she does all the funny voices, but whatever you were there. It became obvious you were a brilliant voice. And a rising star. You referred to yourself as an international lifestyle brand (not even as a joke), and talked about when you were going to be famous. And how could you not be? You were impossible not to notice and feel. Yesterday when your agent confirmed your departure from this timeline and realm, I had a moment in knowing you would’ve appreciated that. Because there’s nothing more Hollywood and rock n’ roll than when “your people” deliver the messages you don’t want for you. Camila, i don’t believe we ever die. We transform. You may have left the vessel of that white girl booty, but you’re not gone. Not really. Thank you for your intense vulnerability and sharing yourself with us.

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I was told to meet Camila on the recommendation of my best friend @taylorannerobinson who had just met with her on a general and said that I MUST meet her. Camila and I grabbed a coffee and from there began a beautiful friendship. She was hilarious, beautiful, resilient, witty, confident and humble. She was a new and exciting voice for the trans community and the latinx community. Although her focus was on writing, it was clear she was a star and we would send her auditions to self tape. This photo is actually a screen grab of a self tape she did for Uncut Gems and it’s ICONIC. She recently wrote an episode on Gentified (ep 9) and was staffed on Daybreak. The words she wrote were infectious, daring and electric. It is absolutely devastating that you are no longer with us. I love you so much. Your story isn’t over. And to all my friends and loved ones who are reading this, please reach out to your friends and loved ones tonight/today and tell them you love them. Tell them that he/she/they are loved. It’s so important. Rest In Peace Camila.

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Rest in peace, Concepción.

If you or someone you know needs to talk, call 1-800-273-8255 to get support. The Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available 24/7 for everyone in the United States. SAVE (Suicide Awareness Voices of Education) is an international resource for those reading from the rest of the world.