Since my husband’s fifteen-year-old daughter moved in with us in September, I’ve seen A transform and become radiant. I didn’t realize the gravity of A’s anxieties and insecurities until I saw her shed them, week after week, as she started at a new school, joined clubs, and (joy of joys!) made awesome friends. She carries herself with more confidence now and even my parents and friends remark on how her face glows.
My daughter is not mentally ill (I mean, in as much as being a high school sophomore doesn’t constitute temporary insanity!). But I found myself thinking about her on Friday as I was driving and listening to a podcast.