Cry Wolf sprang from frustration. Frustration at myself for the anxieties I couldn’t seem to shake. Frustration at the people I talked to who had no scope of my experiences, who judged my legitimate trauma and made a joke of it. Frustration at the world for continuing to inflict trauma on my ancestors in such a way that I inherited it. I wanted to tell a story that centered this, as well as my own journey to find a bright side to it all. I wanted to tell a story of survival.