This is example<\/p>\n
When I was fifteen years old I broke up with my mother. We could still be friends, I told her, but I needed my space, and she couldn\u2019t give me that.<\/p>\n
She and I both knew that I was the only person that she had in America. Her family was in Russia, she only spoke to her estranged ex-husband in court, her oldest son avoided her at all costs. And yet, at fifteen years old, I wasn\u2019t equipped to effectively calm her down from her nightly anxiety attacks. At forty-three, she wasn\u2019t willing to believe that I did love her, but that I couldn\u2019t be responsible for stabilizing her life.<\/p>\n
Moving in with my dad full time felt like I was abandoning her after tying a noose around her neck. But as my Drama teacher (and guardian angel) pointed out, my mother wasn\u2019t going to get better if I kept enabling her, and that I wasn\u2019t going to be able to grow if I was constrained by her dependence on me.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I had taken action. I was never again going to passively let life happen to me.<\/p>\n
During four long months of separation, I filled the space that my mom previously dominated with learning: everything and anything. I taught myself French through online programs, built websites, and began began editing my drawings on Photoshop to sell them online. When my dad lost his third job in five years, I learned to sew my own clothes and applied my new knowledge to costume design in the Drama Department.<\/p>\n
On stage, I learned to empathize. Backstage, I worked with teams of dedicated and mutually supportive students. In our improv group, I gained the confidence to act on my instincts. With the help of my Drama teacher, I learned to humble myself enough to ask for help.<\/p>\n
On my sixteenth birthday, I picked up the phone and dialed my mom. I waited through three agonizingly long pauses between rings.<\/p>\n
\u201cKatyush?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi mom, it\u2019s me.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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