Follow Up* I'm 16 now, life is not great. But i love my life but not my choices.
Still strugglin, still shinin. I'm still alive as well. I no longer believe in the creator. Because I know there is a creator, I'm beginning a photography series, and I am getting into filming. My first project will be to go around reservations and tribes around the world, documenting how the youth deal with struggles, from personal. What they deal with as indigenous people, and what they go through at home. I'd like to show this part of the world, as war, hate, and poverty are running rampant in these times. I still deal with drinking and drugs; my cousin and grandma died the same day this year. My cousin was 18, turned last year in November. Accidental overdose, my grandmother had diabetes and a wound on her leg that wasn't healing, and died in a nursing home alone, before they called my mom at the hospital we were at for my cousin, who at the time was on life support, and on that day, they unplugged it as well.
Many of my family has died this year, too many to remember. My cousin Noah joins his mother and father in the afterlife, as they died before him. They left 3 boys and 1 girl, all siblings of Noah, who was the third oldest. Many more to name.
But if you'd like to support me or send your personal pictures to my email, it's here on my website. I made this post to spread awareness about what I'm doing, for I am not in Unity or any youth council or any programs for that matter. I'd like to show that the weaker you are, the stronger you can become.