The Worth Of Our Small Lives

One of my clients, a survivor of very severe domestic abuse, looks up at me with a mix of desperation and hope that I can’t quite decipher, and says, “But how do you build self worth out of nothing?” I say, “Therapy is for exploring that question. Our time is up, but this is a perfect place to start next week.”

That evening, running in a lower lower middle class neighborhood, I’m thinking to myself, how the hell am I supposed to know?

Meanwhile, I’m passing a couple heading into the house with dairy queen treats in a cardboard to-go crate, and the husband is tapping the wife’s arm, which is freckled and bruised with age and chronic illness, and she is spooning a mouthful of something that looks like a peanut butter blizzard into his mouth, and running her wrinkled hand through his white hair, and they are laughing on the porch and fumbling through pockets for the house keys.

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