Mischief: I don’t really have the time right now to debate this issue, but I’d like to make one point clear:
I WAS THERE. I KNOW what it’s like to feel torn, messed up, confused, depressed…I know. And yes, I KNOW and remember and sometimes cry about how difficult and crazy it was. But, nevertheless, it was I who was confused. My parents didn’t do that. I too, played the blame game. I blamed them for ignoring the fact that I was messed up (I never told them anything, of course, but expected them to read my mind), I blamed my teachers for being too shallow…And then I realized that it’s time I look myself in the mirror and say, “You will make some BIG changes in your life right now, because it’s YOU who’s responsible for yourself!” The blaming DOESN’T HELP! It only makes you drown in a sea of self-pity. It was when I hit rock bottom that I shouted to myself, “ENOUGH!!” And guess what?? My anxiety, confusion, problems with Emuna DISSAPPEARED. Baruch Hashem, I’m stable now and truly “observant” and feel prepared to begin building a bayis neeman beyisroel in the near future IY”H (something that seemed impossible a few months ago.)
I wish you and all suffering teens much hatzlacha and siyatta dishmaya.