My mom and I had friction in my teens. She made some invalidating comments through the years, biting comments, so to speak, but once I started college, there wasn't a day that went by that she and I didn't talk. She wasn't one to coddle me, yet she was nurturing and tender.
As a mom, now, myself, even with depression and anxiety, there's expressions my kids will say that I say, whoa, wait a cotton minute because I can see the unhealthy point of the thinking pattern. I had a boyfriend late teens into early 20's. My mom, upon discussion later on, felt she'd just let me figure it out myself. In my early 20's, I had a counselor ask, if perhaps my boyfriend was contributing to some of my distress. I didn't like hearing that then, yet, looking back, absolutely. Just couldn't see through the fog at that time period.

Hope therapy goes well for you. Any idea if there might be family sessions? Where you can both hear one another out, in a safe environment?

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