I don't remember that becoming an adult was all that difficult and I find myself rolling my eyes every time Miss Sunshine thinks she is overwhelmed. The child has no idea. She is nearly 20, studying and living at home. She works casually (for her uncle) and has enough money to keep her car on the road and buy the things she wants to buy. Conversely, at nearly 20, I had been working full-time for two years, was married, had moved out of home and was doing just fine doing the adult thing without my parents' help.
A friend of mine recently insisted that times were different when we were that age. And while that is kind of true, it's kind of not. We all still have to make the transition and it comes with having to get yourself a job, make your own decisions and eventually move out of home. We all do it. Generations before us did, and the generations that follow will too.
In complete opposition to my oldest daughter I was quite happy to become an adult. I have spent more than half my life making my own decisions and being responsible for those decisions. I have figured out hard things, like how to go about building a house (I was 21 when we did that), and buying a house. How to navigate the Centrelink labyrinth and buying insurance for cars and houses. For goodness sake I have managed to raise three kids. That's jolly hard work, but also the best work ever.
I wonder when it happened, that we began to focus on how hard it is to be responsible for oneself, as opposed to just getting on with the next thing that needs to be done. My kids have often complained that "they don't feel like xyz" whatever it is they don't feel like doing. I have just as often told them that it doesn't necessarily matter how you feel about getting out of bed/doing the dishes/doing your homework/going to work/handing in that assignment. You just do it because it needs to be done.
Lots of being an adult is about being responsible for your obligations, whatever they are. But lots of being an adult is getting to make fun decisions too. I just don't think it's all as bad as it apparently seems.
Mantra for my baby adults: You can do hard things. Be brave!