Kyla Milberger is a 21 year old photographer based out of Detroit, Michigan. Her work consists of personal documentary narratives that bring social awareness to subject matter that is typically ostracized. Kyla comes from a place of empathy and curiosity, and strives to understand the intense obstacles that people endure on a daily basis. ​She makes a strong effort to connect with her subjects on a deeper emotional level in order to establish a trust between them, giving her a better chance at capturing the reality of her subject's situation. Kyla believes that the most raw and real moments are the most critically important photographs to capture because they humanize the individual. Her passion and role as a photographer is to tell crucial stories through visual narratives, that may bring awareness to definitive social issues. As a documentary photographer, Kyla believes that it is her obligation to attempt to bring about social change within minority groups and to spread knowledge and understanding as it relates to marginalized people's lives.
The Cost of Being Free

This photo essay is part of our exploration into the theme of Addiction.

This story is a personal journey that delves into the taboo subject matter of drug addiction on an intimate level. May 13th, 2015 was a day that would change me forever — it was the day I lost my father to addiction. It was also the day I decided to wake up and honestly see addiction for what it is and the effect that it has on people’s lives.

I didn’t recognize the depth of my dad's sickness while he was alive, and when I did it was too late. The traumatic experience of his death changed how I view the world; it made me recognize that most of us struggle in some way or another, whether visible or invisible. I wish I could have understood my dad’s sickness better and known what was going through his head during his most difficult times, but those are things I can never truly understand. Unfortunately, my brother Justin has followed in my dad's footsteps and currently battles with drug addiction himself, which inspired my mission to educate myself and others on the disease through visual storytelling.

In this body of work, I want to show Justin’s everyday battles. I’m also reaching out to those who are fighting addiction themselves, as well as the people close to the users. My goal is to capture the deep emotional hell caused by this deteriorating disease, and portray the realities of what addiction looks like and the mental illness that can be caused by it. Additionally, I hope to humanize and destigmatize addicts.

Justin, 23 years old, smokes a cigarette out of his bedroom window, a typical morning ritual for him. He has been an on and off again smoker since he was a teenager. In this picture I had just surprised him by coming over and waking him up. We had no concrete plans to hang out, and I think it made him happy, even feel special that someone was thinking of him and wanting to spend time with him. Justin often feels that no one is really there for him or thinking about him. He thinks he has to battle his addiction alone.

I find other people’s personal spaces to be very intimate. They describe who they are. I remember being in Justin’s apartment once, waiting for him to get ready, so I decided to walk around each room. I wanted to explore and learn my brother’s space because I felt like I was learning more about him.

Justin is constantly moving from one place to another, never completely settled, and his personal spaces reflect this. The motivation or care to be organized and clean doesn’t seem to exist within his world.

Old family photos make me think of happier times, times when things seemed to be better and we enjoyed the rituals of being together as a family. No one could predict or even begin to understand what the future would hold. I think it’s important to go back to these good memories because life can change and get better.

“When my kids’ dad died, I had done a lot of work to forgive him for a lot of things. I was super sad but I was also relieved. It’s been a relief ever since because we’re not waiting for the other shoe to drop. We know now. But with my kid, always waiting for the other shoe to drop – it’s a horrible limbo to live in.”

— Mom

“I had prepared myself for him to die already. I had cried it out, I was ready. I already knew what was going on. I knew if he was gonna continue down this path, there was only so much I could do. I had given up, kinda. I’d yelled at him. I’d done what I could (I thought). And I’d given up and was just waiting it out, really.”

— Justin

Justin visits dad’s headstone for the first time since his passing in 2015. This is not an easy place to go for my brother and me. It’s a constant reminder of the permanence of death, the nagging questions of why and how, the never-ending wonder. Watching Justin touch dad’s grave makes me think about how real this all is, to never see, to never feel, to never touch.

Justin sits at the kitchen table at my house. I had just picked him up and brought him over to my place to hang. I hadn’t realized he was on something until he started to nod out. I only took a few images before I stopped myself and realized that in that moment the project didn’t matter, what mattered was stepping in and taking care of my brother. I was very hesitant to even include this photo, but I think it represents the reality of Justin’s world.

A list of important phone numbers Justin wrote down at breakfast before entering himself into a rehab facility. He had to write them down because you’re not allowed a phone in rehab.

“[When I use] My ethics change, my values change, and I’m just not myself. So that’s why I’m trying to get help. And I’m just sick and tired of lying to mom and stuff. And it kills mom... I think she’s proud of me for admitting it to her.”

— Justin

Mom holds the door for Justin as he enters the rehab facility. Justin has been to rehab before but this was the first time he made the decision to go on his own. He was proud of himself.

Justin shows me his tattoo, the same one my dad had in the same spot on his body. The M represents our last name, Milberger, and the A, J, and N on the crown are the initials of our family: A for Avery, my dad, J for Justin, and N for Noah.

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In the Midst of Things
Aim Your Camera Just At Me
On Aging and Photography
Tipping Point
On scarlet fever, folk remedies & the evil eye
Mal de Ojo
My Father's Son
Directed By James Mills
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My Father's Son
Directed By James Mills
Meet Travis Mauck, ENDPAIN’s video producer. “I really didn’t feel like I could ask people to share some of the most personal things that have ever happened to them with...