After an argument, I would most of the time think about it as a key to make me stronger. I always consider arguments as a means to know the opponent’s point of view and, I always think of it as a challenge.
But really, while that moment of argumentation exists, I am losing hope, wishing for that moment to end as soon as possible because I feel like I can’t have it any longer. I feel lost. I feel weak. I feel broken.
During the argument, I feel like hanging on the cliff, waiting for someone to either push me down or bring me up. I feel so… alone.