What Are You Looking At?

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I always saw my family's situation as a strength-was grateful for it even. Like I wouldn't be me without them; and I wouldn't be. I thought I survived unscathed growing up in our home. Like yeah my house was crazy but I thought that made me stronger. Like our family's dynamic gave me some type of advantage. Until I left.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This is a story about digging-almost too deep-to dig yourself out. When you're left with no coping skills and a sense of emptiness that takes over your entire perspective. It's about finding who you really are when you're left with no identity outside of the trauma you've always known. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>From out-in-public fights over the ignorant stares to every dramatic breakup; the drugs turned into distractions finding real support and putting in the effort it takes to heal </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What Are You Looking At? </em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>is a story about taking the steps to rewire your brain and trying to find freedom from feeling left behind.</span></p>