My Art Helped Me Liberate My True Identity
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4 min readFeb 25, 2020
Which came first? The toxic household or the creative child trying to escape? I can’t help but always wonder whether it was my dreamer personality that infuriated my father, or whether my creativity stemmed from needing an outlet, a world into which I could run off to in order to cope with the suffocating reality of my childhood.
