Member Rara Avis
It's called adolescence.
Of course, giving it a name doesn't necessarily make it any less difficult. It merely suggests that, like all other stages in the life cycle, it will eventually end of its own accord. Indeed, when seen in retrospect, it ends much too soon. It should be savored. It must be endured. Therein lies the irony.
The good news? Your parents, your teachers, your heroes and heroines, the celebrities you watch on TV and the musicians you listen to on the radio, all of them and more have managed to survive adolescence. I did. You will, too.
The bad news? Twenty-five or thirty years from today, adolescence will likely return to haunt you yet again. Everyone will say you're going through your second childhood, but the confusion and pain will be little different. Then, as now, I suspect it's the price of growth.
I've often wondered if a caterpillar, tightly enclosed in its woven chrysalis, feels lonely, scared and confused just before it emerges as a butterfly? I know I would.