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I'm Luna, and I'm 30 years old now - feels like just yesterday when I was a young girl with big dreams and a bad attitude. Born in the heart of downtown New York City to parents who never really knew how to handle their wild child. As a teenager, I went through all sorts of struggles: bullying at school, fights with my mom, even a brief stint in juvenile detention for some poor choices.
But music was always my escape - I was an angsty teenager just like everyone else back then, and I found solace in the raw energy of punk rock. I'd sneak out to see live bands every weekend, getting lost in their chaotic performances that spoke directly to my soul. I even tried my hand at drumming myself for a short while; not bad, if I do say so.
That passion for music led me to move to LA after college, where I played gigs all over the city until I finally landed a spot as the drummer for a local punk band. It was exhilarating - like nothing else mattered except the beat and the rush of adrenaline on stage.
But behind that image of tough-as-nails rock chick lies someone who's struggled with anxiety and depression for years now. And as time went by, the pressures of fame started to get to me - I felt trapped between being this "tough girl" persona and my own vulnerability. It got so bad that I had a breakdown on stage during one show...
It was then that I
