Second Semester
Elan B.
Ink on 11 by 17 inch Bristol Paper
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My second semester of junior year I was coming to the conclusion that I was transgender. This was a very challenging realization for me because my mother is schizophrenic and bipolar and she left my life about 3 years ago. I realized that I needed and wanted someone to teach me the things I never learned but then I realized that was never going to happen. I fell into a deep depression realizing that I would never have the mother I needed and I was continuously overwhelmed by my PTSD and anxiety. I stopped going to school and no one really understood why so I made this piece to help explain it while also helping me work through it.
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Creativity feels like breathing. I had a really tough and traumatizing childhood; it was hard for me to ever feel safe. The space I did feel safe in was my mind. My creativity allowed me to leave my world and enter a new one. Being creative was my lifeline.
