This is actually easy for me.
I got divorced from Michael on my 21st birthday and I just kind of stopped aging in a lot of ways, at least for awhile. I started partying and acting like an idiot, going out with any douche who was the least bit nice to me. My bipolar came on full force and I was a whirling dervish for the next 8 years.
But even though I’ve gotten into recovery and matured a ton since then, I still feel inside like I’m only 21. I’ve certainly never felt like I was “old enough” to have kids or own a home. For fuck sake, I’m still just a kid myself! Right?