“…After only a couple hours of sleep, I woke up and the sadness set in. I was an emotional wreck, and I couldn't even really figure out why. I slipped out into my bunkhouse to write in my journal. Through angry sobs, I scribbled frantically…”

“…We are about to partake in Ayahuasca ceremonies with indigenous shamans, on the native land where the plants grow in the Amazon. My heart lit up in intrigued excitement as to the rarity of the experience. You couldn't force this shit to happen if you tried…”