The Nightmare Before the Hangover Last Halloween, I had my final bad blackout drunk night. I alternated between spooky punch, beer, and wine, tossing back Solo cups like I hadn't a care in the world. Very soon, I did have a care in the world, and vomit down the front of my shirt. My boyfriend walked me home and put me to bed, but not before we tossed my clothes into a sink full of water. I woke the next morning, grasping for my phone and regretting my choices from the night before. My phone wasn't where I'd expected it,…
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[dropcap]B[/dropcap]eing asked to step out of your comfort zone is one of the most terrifying things you can ask of someone. It’s something that I — and probably most of you — have struggled with. Two years ago, I…
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