“You’re a Worthless Piece of Sh*t”: Identifying Barriers to Joy and Acceptance

It shouldn’t have made me cry.

It was my last day in Beacon, NY and I was with the woman who has become a sister. My 10-day trip to New York had been filled with overwhelming beauty: I’d cried at the 9/11 memorial. At Central Park. Hell, I’d even cried at a burger joint in Harlem.

But, this… this shouldn’t have made me cry.

“Why don’t you just try something?”

We were talking about my career plans. Over the weeklong visit, I had posed the idea of quitting my job to begin a yoga teacher training. I had no plans after that.

Waiting for my response, Mo looked at me in the way she reserves for the sometimes. The sometimes when our armor has been flung off, left forgotten by the door.

I looked down at my two tacos, decorated with guacamole, and I started to cry.

Trying is something I’ve never been good at.

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