Get out of your head

I was six months sober and trying to navigate the minefield of interacting with my teenaged daughter who was just learning to trust this new, sober version of her mother when we got into an argument about household chores. The disagreement escalated and, as teenagers are inclined to do when they’re on the downhill side of a power struggle, she began hurling some heavy-duty insults my way, the kind designed to expose the raw, jangly nerves below.