Resentment conquered—and a rash healed

MY FATHER and I had a rocky relationship during my teen years. Our home had a strict and domineering atmosphere. There were frequent disagreements that often ended with me shouting, crying, and slamming my bedroom door. I felt so alone.

I didn't hate my father, but I resented the way he was raising me. He was overbearing and overprotective to the point where I felt stifled and oppressed.

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