One Month In

As of today, I am 31 days without alcohol. I don't like using the word "sober" for reasons I can't put my finger on. It feels too clinical. But I guess it's accurate. At this point one month ago, I was in the Kaiser Chinatown hospital after trying to hurt myself (more stitches, more embarrassing … Continue reading One Month In

Empathy

This week's Terrible Writing Prompt: Empathy. I struggle with the idea of empathy- what it means towards others and myself. I like to think I have it in spades, which instantly makes me feel like a holier-than-thou jerk. Which, I think, means I don't have a lot of empathy for myself. Which makes me feel … Continue reading Empathy