Personal Narrative: My Transition To Adulthood

Transitions to adulthood are usually positive events, be they quinceneras, bat mitzvahs, or just getting older. Most people see transitioning into adulthood as something beautiful and amazing. Unfortunately, what people fail to understand is that not everyone’s life is exactly the same, and we all manage to fall into that assumption that it happens at the same time for everyone, and nobody ever comes out with any negative results.
When I was in the fifth grade, I found out that my parents were divorcing after eight years of what we told everyone else was a wonderful marriage. That year I began to understand that just because you promise something to someone else, it doesn't mean that you'll be able to keep it. I learned that people are significantly more complex than I had grown to think, and sometimes people will do the wrong thing for good reasons, or at least what they thought to be good reasons. One of the most important things i learned that year was how to smile,
I had to learn that there were certain times for holding it in, and there were truly occasions for letting it all out, because you can get it back. That when I never let anything out to make room for more, then that’s when I started sleeping through classes and just going home to sleep some more. That was when I would look in the mirror and hate what I saw. That was when I wondered why I even existed. I started to realize that not everybody was as okay as they seemed, and that we were all doing the same thing; smiling in each other’s faces and losing our minds behind closed doors. And that was adulthood in a sense. At least it was the adulthood my parents lived. Telling everyone that we were fine and everything was okay when that wasn’t always the