A Very Honest Post About How Getting Injured Made Me Hate Yoga

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As you know by now (because I wrote about it here and then here) getting in a car accident in early 2017 ended up being this huge, super pivotal moment in my life. It was one of those unexpected (who expects to get in a car accident?) moments that made me reevaluate my life. Particularly around my relationship with yoga.

I've really debated being honest about how I feel about the yoga world right now because, well, this whole site is centered around my love of yoga. And I do really love yoga you guys! I love it so fucking much! But this whole injury thing really forced me to rethink things. A lot.

Anyway, I recently spilled the beans (and my heart) on Elephant Journal. I sat down and just let all of my thoughts pour out of me like a good bottle of northwest IPA. I was super anxious when my essay got published. I really wasn't sure what to expect, but was worried that a ton of yoga people would revolt and like, stone me with crystals or something. Putting your honest feelings on something that is dearly beloved worldwide is pretty intimidating!

But I've been so touched by all of the sweet messages I've gotten from people who have gone through almost the exact same thing. I've gotten emails, DM's, Twitter messages (I didn't even know you could do that until this weekend), and phone calls. I've been totally overwhelmed by the response. 

I wanted to share it with you here! Please give it a read, share it on your social (if you're called to), and let me know what you think.

Let me know what you think! And, as always, thank you for reading. You are the fucking best.

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