It's been three years since I was in Ecuador. It feels like yesterday, it feels like a lifetime ago. The story is pretty crazy, in my opinion. It's a compilation of several out-of-the-ordinary events, circumstances, and and consequences. The biggest kicker, in my opinion, was the fact that I was prescribed klonopin, a very strong anti-anxiety drug, prior to leaving. As all these things played out, I was numb to emotion and continued to write it all down. A side effect to this medication is memory loss. Needless to say, it's mostly a blur. So here I am, with some time on my hands, and I decided to dust all of it off of the shelf. I have laughed, cried, been inspired, felt guilty, and have found a sense of closure. I personally don't believe in keeping an interesting story to myself. I contemplated a memoir. I've tried wracking my brain about what to do with all of this. The result? This.
Please bear with me as I embark on this adventure to share a forgotten story. Here it is, along with some of my current thoughts. Enjoy!
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt." -Sylvia Plath, Author
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