I turned 27 this month. Two years ago my identity was stolen and I was a victim of virtual kidnapping while in Guadalajara. I was followed, harassed and tormented through psychological/sound manipulation. It was tramautic getting myself back into the United States only to be arrested and detained for five days. The aftermath resulted in relocating for safety reasons, which then led to drugs and depression. I wasn't the same person I had known. I wouldn't be that person again. I forced myself to accept that in order to let go and rebuild. I sold everything - my car, shoes, and eventually my camera. I left for New York with $3700 in my name. Homeless, no job, no network, nothing.
I'm alive and well. My goals and aspirations were destroyed but I'm grateful having survived. Blindly rebuilding in New York has been the most liberating, thrilling, exhausting, but never exhausted, experience of my life. I'm humbled to be thriving where I resonate the most with, even if it was through such a journey. A journey that reminds me anyone can start over again. Happy new year.