I could ramble for days on the importance of family in the development of a child, but what about when the child is attempting to be an adult? Or when adult children are reverting back to their 12 year old ways? My family does not know how to respond to any sort of change, and it's more than moderately depressing.

My brain is a pretty amazing thing. When I'm in tears over the toilet paper being on the roll the wrong way, I hear this song playing over in my head. I'm tutoring a little boy who cries at the drop of a hat, and somehow I'm supposed to help him. How do I help someone who is in the same situation as me? I have all the tools necessary to externalize problems and not make everything my fault, but I still can't help it. Thankfully, my brain takes control and reminds me that the toilet paper can be fixed; my mom can stand up for herself against my brothers; I'm smart enough for grad school; I have friends who care.

I apologize for the vagueness. This is my attempt at clearing my head of negativity.