empath

This story was originally published in Group Therapy, a weekly newsletter answering questions sent by readers about what’s been weighing on their hearts and minds. Sign up here to get it in your inbox.A childhood story that sums up a large part of my character starts with my mom running down the stairs of our two-story condominium in Harbor City because she heard me crying.In the story’s retelling, she always describes the cry as “wailing.” Her immediate thought was I had gotten hurt — I was very accident-prone child (I…