twisted crochet studio

There are parts of my childhood that still live in my body . Not always in clear memories. Not always in full images. But in reactions. In tension. In racing thoughts. In that constant feeling of being on edge. I grew up surrounded by drugs, alcohol, and criminal activity. My mother tried her best to shield me and my siblings from it. She really did. But when you are surrounded by trouble, trouble doesn’t just disappear because someone tries to block your view. It lingers. It seeps through walls. It shows up in sirens and flashing lights. I can’t even count on my hands anymore how many times the police showed up to our home for one reason or another. They knew us all too well. And when you grow up in that kind of environment, you don’t just grow up. You survive. Living in Survival Mode When chaos is normal, your nervous system doesn’t know how to rest. You become hyper-aware. You listen for changes in tone. You read the room constantly. You anticipate conflict before it happens...