Ludivie Faith

Technically right, but it feels like something is missing, you know? However, I am not exactly sure how to introduce myself in a way that does not only include my profession and two or three things that I do.

When asked the question: "Tell me about yourself." Most people, myself included, would simply resort to the formula—name, profession, country or city, hobbies, and maybe a random fun fact that is oftentimes neither fun nor a fact. And unless you have a very unique name or an outrageous fun fact, everyone would instantly forget your introduction and go around asking "What was your name again?"

There's nothing wrong with this, with some small talk. It's the beginning of a conversation, like the key to turning on the engine of a car waiting to be driven around. However, just like a car, it could break down and stop.

Is the battery dead? Maybe you need to take a break and recharge.

Is the tank empty? We need to get some gas to fill it up.

Is this still about my "About Me" page because why on earth are we talking about cars? Yes. Not sure. Don't ask questions.

Anyway.

Connecting with people has always been something I found exciting. The men and women I've shared meals and drinks with through the years have been some of the most intriguing and fascinating individuals I've had the privilege of knowing. These people, of course, did not just spawn out of nowhere. I had to make sure my battery was charged and my tank was full whenever I'd step out, so when I turned the key I could actually drive through the area and explore.

As you can tell, I value my experiences and memories. It would be devastating if something outrageous were to happen to them, right?

Right?

Well, I lost them. My memories. Poof. Gone like they were never there to begin with. Temporarily (thank God).

At 27 I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer.

What a fun fact.

This was not on the list of things that were supposed to happen. It should have been this:

Temporarily losing my memories was honestly one of the scariest things that ever happened to me. It made me resentful, sad, and confused all at the same time. It was not fun. However, one thing that kept me sane during this time was editing my old travel photos. Looking back at them and reliving the experiences that I could remember and surprising myself with the ones that I couldn't made me feel quite nostalgic, grateful, and regretful—nostalgic for the people, food, and places, grateful for the experience and memories, and regretful for forgetting.

By this time, it has been a week since I started medication. I know my brain function will go back to normal soon. I really miss my hyperactive brain, so I decided to "speed up" the process by reading eight books in two weeks.

A little intense, but I think it worked.

Might be a placebo.
Might not be.
Might just be the medicine working.

Nonetheless, I could remember May again.

January, February, March, April, June…

...and I got extremely confused as to why there's only 11.

Going back—About Me.

Well, I guess you could say that behind the fancy titles, I'm simply someone who wants to remember and be remembered.

So, this website is my digital archive, my stories, my diary.

I hope when you read through my articles, you get to live my memories with me.

As for my next adventures, I look forward to experiencing them with you.

Enjoy your stay.

Ludivie x

P.S. I love the em-dash.