During my teenage years, I discovered freedom, companionship, and novel experiences in adolescence. Despite my sense of inexperience and isolation, I turned to sketching as a means of personal expression. Drawing in the basement was permissible due to its erasure messiness while creating a safe haven where I could ease my anxiety in the designated space I was allowed. Many adolescents encounter heightened anxiety while navigating independence, often feeling the pressure to conform and not miss out on opportunities. My decisions were shaped by my new circle of friends who embraced me. Although I missed prom, my friends recounted all the stories. I began working a part-time job, relying entirely on my friends for rides. I was late for the last day, and faced with the ultimatum of quitting or being grounded, which would have jeopardized my work. I lost my temper, and the next thing I knew, my father's hard soled slipper was involved. At 16, my sister told me to leave, and my belongings were left in the driveway for me to collect.
A classmate extended an offer for me to complete high school at her home, which I saw as my only choice. I had always believed that others led a different, more conventional life, but now I was living it. Initially content, I discovered emancipation, freedom, and guidance with the support of my school counselor, Mrs. Dow and Mrs. Herman, my friends mom. Always feeling like a fish out of water.
I graduated with a new family who celebrated my achievements. None of my "family" attended. This was not surprising, as they never participated in anything related to school events.
Then my friend moved off to college. Where to now?
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