MY LIFE

The Full Story

My name is Bryton Gore and my story is one of survival, strength, and rebellion. I grew up faster than most, navigating a turbulent childhood and eventually becoming a mother when I was still a teenager. But rather than let those circumstances define me, I’ve worked tirelessly to rewrite the narrative and prove that life’s greatest challenges can be met with resilience and power.

Growing up, I watched those around me chase after popularity and social standing as if their lives depended on it. It was a relentless pursuit, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and sadness. I wanted to shout from the rooftops that none of it truly mattered—that authenticity, genuine connections, and living for something deeper were the things that really counted. But every time I tried to express that, it felt like I was met with blank stares or dismissive laughter. The Truth is what makes me 'mentally ill to you is that I don't care about curating a mask, and live my life as it presents itself.

Instead of directly confronting this obsession, I turned to my art. Through my platform bending and the philosophy of E-Punk, I found a way to communicate truths without words that could be easily ignored. My work became a chaotic reflection of the absurdity of chasing an image, prioritizing social status over real experiences and emotions. It sad to watch social media flooded with influencers who have millions of followers, posting nothing but smoothies in blenders, as if content creation has become more valuable than genuine artistry, and though I appreciate people making simple content that makes others happy, I believe we need to bring art back to its nature, and celebrate quality over quantity again.

Art used to be revered, nurtured by entire communities like the artisans, celebrities used to be cool cunty; creating libraries in their names for the whole community to benefit even if self centered. Now, it feels cheapened and mass-produced, rushed out for quick likes instead of crafted with passion. The soul of art seems lost in a sea of fast, disposable content, and audiences confusing entertainment based platforms as reality and I wanted to fight against that.

I realize now that my art serves as a bridge to reach those caught up in this illusion. It’s not about preaching; it’s about showing them—making them feel the cracks in the narratives they cling to. I want them to see how hollow the pursuit of popularity can be, to question what they’ve been told matters. Every stroke, every concept, is my way of saying, “Look beyond the façade. There’s so much more to life than this.”

While it’s been an uphill battle, I know my voice is powerful in its own way. Even if they don’t understand it right away, my hope is that my art plants a seed of doubt in their minds. It’s a subtle rebellion against a status quo that values shallow engagement over deep connections, and in a world obsessed with appearances, I believe that’s a message worth fighting for.

Watching my family and sister, and others prioritize image over authenticity, by choosing to diminish me or my children & my life at the expense of their personal image; it left a deep mark on me I’ve suffered the consequences of their choices, however that didn't hurt me, it hurt my children.

It’s incredibly frustrating to feel like everyone around me is doing the same, choosing image over substance and playing into shallow, performative versions of themselves. It can feel like I’m surrounded by people trapped in a never-ending cycle, leaving me feeling alienated and even angry, but this just how the world works and not worth my anger.

My experiences have sharpened my awareness of the dangers of chasing image, and it’s clear this pressure affects so many. In our social media-driven world, where image often feels like everything, I’ve found myself compelled to resist and challenge this narrative, by making people confront the nature of it.

I want to shake people awake, helping them see that there’s so much more to life than the façades they cling to, while also embracing those façades for what they are—entertainment. My goal is to inspire a more authentic curation of these images, where people can express themselves without pulling others down for cheap likes. I celebrate art for its genuine creation rather than its curation.

A Childhood in Chaos:

My early years were anything but normal. Growing up with a mother who struggled with alcoholism chasing my fathers image, I learned to take care of others when I was still just a child myself. My twin sister and I were thrust into roles we should never have had to fill. I had to step up as a protector, not only for myself but for my sister, as we faced emotional and sometimes physical chaos at home.

When our mother would drink, I was the one who had to be the adult, taking care of everything, even though I was just a kid. I’ll never forget the times when I had to hide the car keys because she was too drunk to drive, only to be punished for doing the right thing. My mother would get angry when I refused to lie to the police about her actions, punishing me in ways that were cruel and unjust.

When she passed away before I turned 18, it was like the ground fell from beneath me. My twin sister was taken overseas by family members and later in life follow my mothers footsteps- use me to maintain image at the expense of her nieces, but I was left behind, still reeling from the emotional scars of our childhood. With no parental support and no safety net, I was thrust into a world that wasn’t prepared to help me navigate my next chapter—motherhood.

Becoming a Mother in a World That Judged Me:

At an age when most are just figuring out their own lives, I became a mother. My pregnancy wasn’t planned—it was the result of a traumatic event that I never had a choice in. But despite the pain and the fear, I chose to love and care for my children with everything I had. While others were preparing for university or enjoying their youth, I was preparing for sleepless nights, and learning how to be a mother through books when I was still a child myself.

The world was quick to judge me. Being a teen mom came with its own heavy set of stereotypes. People labeled me, assumed I was irresponsible, and viewed me as a statistic. What they didn’t see was the hard work, dedication, and fierce love I had for my kids. They didn’t see the nights I stayed up studying while my babies slept or the sacrifices I made to give them a better life.

It wasn’t just the societal judgment that weighed me down. Even my own family, at times, didn’t understand. My twin sister, who had once been my friend, began using my story to her own advantage, exploiting my situation to further her career while I was left behind to pick up the pieces of my life. What hurt more was that she did this while presenting herself as supportive, making it seem as though she was helping me when, in reality, she was taking advantage of my vulnerability spinning hundreds of narratives about my life to people who had never met me.

The World’s Harsh Judgments:

Throughout my journey, I faced not only societal judgment but also exploitation. People around me, including some I thought I could trust, saw my situation as an opportunity to push their own agendas. One of the hardest lessons I learned was that my lack of a support system made me a target for those who wanted to impose their desires and narratives onto my life.

From being labeled a ‘dramatic’ young mother to being accused of lying about the most traumatic events of my life, I’ve experienced firsthand how cruel the world can be. The judgments didn’t just impact me—they spilled over to my children, with people projecting their biases onto them. It wasn’t enough for people to assume I was a failure—they wanted my children to bear the burden of that narrative, too.

At one point, I was even harassed by people who tried to rewrite my life for their benefit, claiming my children were theirs, and invading my privacy. These were people who had no right to be part of our story, but they saw the cracks in my support system and tried to take advantage. It was a nightmare I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

The Psych Ward: & the people love Twisting Narratives

In Spring 2021, I voluntarily checked myself into a mental hospital to seek treatment for severe depression with suicidal thoughts. Added to that was the fact I was dealing with hacked devices and manipulated narratives of my sister that I wasn’t in a good headspace to handle. I was discharged after 5 days feeling better — but this brief period has been weaponized against me by my sister, people I thought were my friends, a rockstar, his sad wife and twisted circle of superfine.

The truth is I should never have been in the psych ward. My devices were hacked, and the circumstances of my life were manipulated and exaggerated by those around me to benefit their own selfish motives. What should have been seen as a moment of vulnerability and struggle—something every parent goes through in one form or another—was weaponized against me. It’s normal for parents to face hardships, yet I was portrayed as inhuman, as if my struggles made me less deserving of understanding or compassion. This cruelty cut deep, as I was cast as ‘crazy,’ with people profiting from this distorted version of my life.

But I refused to be trapped in their dramatic narratives. I bent the platform back, playing with the very story they tried to write for me, turning it on its head to end the cycle of manipulation once and for all. This wasn’t just about reclaiming my truth—it was about showing that I am human, and my struggles are real but not shameful. I wouldn’t let others profit from my pain any longer.

Turning Pain into Art:

Throughout it all, I’ve used my experiences to fuel my creativity. Whether it’s writing stories about bogan vampires or diving into the world of surreal and dark humor, I’ve learned to take the pain, anger, and frustration and turn it into something meaningful. I use humor as a way to process the absurdities I’ve faced, and I channel my love of horror and the occult to craft stories that reflect the chaotic beauty of life’s struggles.

Art has become my refuge. It’s where I can be raw and real, expressing the parts of my life that the world either ignores or distorts. It’s where I take back control of my narrative by allowing outsiders to run wild with it online. [You can Read about Platform Bending Here]

My Personal Rebellion

Throughout my life, punk rock has been a source of inspiration. The raw energy and defiance of the genre spoke to me, but my rebellion took a different form. While punk rock rages against authority, my instruments weren’t guitars or drums—they were books, education, and hard work.

I rebelled against the stereotypes that people tried to box me into. Instead of accepting the narrative society set for me as a young mother, I fought back by building a career, studying hard, and proving everyone wrong. My love for punk rock isn’t just about the music, but about the spirit of defiance. My personal rebellion was about challenging expectations, and rising above what people thought I could be.

Just as punk rock fights "the man" and resists control, I fought back against the limitations imposed on me. My rebellion was fierce, but it came in the form of self-improvement and success, turning the odds against me into my greatest weapon.

Whether through my art, writing, or advocacy for others, I’m always finding ways to share my experiences and connect with those who have walked a similar path. Together, we can rise above the labels, embrace our scars, and move forward with strength.

Moving Forward

Today, I am proud of where I’ve come from and where I am going. I am more than a statistic, more than the labels people have tried to put on me. I’m a mother who defied the odds, an artist who uses creativity to heal, and a woman who refuses to let the world’s judgment define her.

I’ve learned that survival is not just about making it through the day—it’s about thriving in the face of adversity. My story is one of constant evolution, and I’m not done yet.

Thank you for taking the time to learn a little about me. I hope my story inspires others to rise above their challenges and take back your own narrative.