Got the Life?

By Lali's World 

                               My name is Citlali; I was                                        born in the United States                                and raised in Mexico. I never say I'm American because, quite frankly, I don't see myself that way. I've always been more connected to Mexico, as I grew up here, all my family is from here, and I've never lived in the US. I've always had a passion for art; it's been my hobby and my favorite thing in the world since I was 5 years old. Even though sometimes I hate it, it's the thing I care about the most in my life; it's my sole purpose and my comfort when times are tough. I never took drawing too seriously in my childhood—it was fun and nothing more. I drew all the time, even when I didn't have paper. In fact, just recently my mom erased some crayon doodles I had on my door after 15 years.

                 m I naming this article after a Korn song? Yes, I am. I've never been the religious type, but this song resonates with me. Now I'm not famous, but sometimes I do wish I could disappear. Hell, all the time I wish I could disappear. I think I'm at a point in my life as an artist online where some people look up to me, others watch every step I take, and others simply have a distorted image of me—and I've never understood why. I'm just your run-of-the-mill artist who draws for fun and nothing more, and I'm forever thankful to the people who like what I do. But somehow I feel like I've never been able to actually introduce myself properly, mostly because I just started posting online my silly little drawings, and things snowballed from there.

I can't say I had the                              hardest life out                                              there, seemingly                                  harder than the                                        ones of my peers at                              school, but never anything I couldn't handle. Looking back, it wasn't easy; constantly I felt like the world would cave in on me and that I wouldn't live to 20, which, I'm happy to announce, I did. Everything seemed so much more serious and hopeless when I was 12, and it still does sometimes, but time and time again I've sought comfort in art, and it always works like a charm. Now I'm 22, and I can say I'm in a fairly comfortable position in my life—it's not ideal, but I'm young, so I'm still figuring things out.

                                Now that I'm back, I can                                clarify a little about what                                 happened. I got injured   during training, a leg injury to be   specific; I promise I tried to thug it out for as long as I could until the pain became unbearable. I got an MRI and was deemed unfit for training, so I was pulled out of BMT (basic military training) and thrown into RCU (recruit convalescent unit). I HATED it there; it was like a loony bin but 20x times worse because I was packed like sardines with 100 other women. Not to mention I was cut off from communicating with my family; it was awful. I wasn't getting any better, and they wanted me to stay there double the time my training was supposed to last. There, without doing anything, unable to see sunlight, and not getting better. Ultimately I decided to go home.

I have my LONG list of complaints about RCU (rehab, basically) and SEPS, but that'll be for another day. As of now, I'm a Navy veteran…! As for my leg, I'm ok now; it's not giving me too much trouble. Am I bummed out because things didn't work out? Yes. Very. But I don't regret it; I met a lot of amazing people, and I got to live a wonderful experience, and that's something I'll forever be happy about. For now I'm back home with my family, thankfully, waiting until next year; the plan is to go back and reenlist! I learned a lot, and I feel like I'm not ready to give up on the Navy yet! Let's see how things play out next time I leave.

If there are any mistakes, my bad, I'm dyslexic 

I love her !!!

They mean the entire world  to me