As a teenager, it is easy to feel like no one relates to you or even understands what you could possibly be going through. Even when your parents attempt to understand, in your mind they make it worse. I am no stranger to these concepts, as my mom and I had a bad relationship. We would argue at least once a day, every single day. It was strenuous for both of us, and it ended up putting a strain on the rest of the family as well.
At the thick of it all, I was fifteen to sixteen years old. I’d been going through personal issues with my anxiety, and my mom had just had a hysterectomy and was having issues with her health. Arguments would start over something small that a comment and would escalate to shouting matches and a lot of angry walks. I can’t remember what started it, but I do remember going a week or so without saying more than a few sentences to her. I’ve had friends relate to me about their relationship with one of their parents, but when I reflect on my situation I truly believe that my mom and I broke each other’s hearts. Some nasty things were said by both of us, and I can tell you first hand, these were the kind of things you’d …show more content…
Nobody thinks that they’re wrong until they are proven to be. I learned to really put myself in another person’s shoes before even making a single judgment about them. I was just like many of the people I grew up with and grew up around: ignorant to the needs and wants of anyone but myself. I was selfish, and still can be. However, getting my relationship with my mom to a point where we can talk about most things has been a life-changing experience for me. I am happier in my life because our relationship is stronger than it’s ever been. The entire family dynamic changed and I witnessed first-hand how spectacular great interpersonal relationships can make