The transition from childhood to adulthood is not one that comes from a singular event. Instead, it is a journey that is propelled by a set of circumstances or series of related events. In my case the story is not one I boast about or am grateful for, in fact, it is something I wish I did not have to experience even if it means I would live in childhood again.
From the time I was young, my family was never quite whole. My mother was always facing a great number of problems: losing jobs, battling her mental health disorders, an unhappy marriage, etc. My father was dealing with a job that made him travel more than he was home, vertigo attacks, and a loveless marriage. These problems -- which my naive, pre-adolescent mind thought were common among families -- only seemed to grow worse as time went on.
As selfish as I was, my biggest worry was that I was not getting enough attention. My mother had a rapidly fluctuating mental state and spent most of her time locked away in her room. My father worked and traveled more than he seemed to be home. As a result of this I learned to be independent from an early age. Getting ready in the morning, making breakfast, and leaving …show more content…
Nothing really changed because they had been living this had happened fifteen years ago, but it was still a significant moment for me. My mother had officially moved out the house. This meant that when I was home it was no longer than I felt alone because she was locked away, I now felt along because I actually was alone. The change was not dramatic in the sense that anything changed, but to me it felt like everything was different, at least on the inside. In a way that is hard to describe, I felt as though a great burden had been lifted off my shoulders. Instead of being forced into adulthood where I felt like a child in grown-up clothes, I happily accepted my transition because now I actually wanted