Today, Synthia Roy works at a tattoo parlor in Jacksonville’s Edgewood area, she does set design and makeup for horror films and recently produced her second movie.
But seven years ago, in her mid-30s, her life was a blur. In college, she’d turned to alcohol and drugs, finding they helped her express herself. Roy was a closeted transgender woman living a life that felt like a lie. Over time, the coping mechanism became a crutch.