It’s hell to be young. Pretty stories of youth abound, mostly phoney. Movies show us thin archetypes, while inside our young heads are too many questions paired with untrustworthy answers. It seems the land of milk and honey is blocked off for us. We don’t have the right gear, the proper password, the insider knowledge, a thoughtful guide. You can’t find the road on any map.
Can you remember those days, those feelings, that emotional chaos with few handholds? How did you survive?