Levity immediately wiped away, I look down at my feet on the rock. “I feel lonely with myself, Father. I don’t like myself.” “Then that’s where you start,” he says gently. He gets to his feet. “Perhaps it might be useful to think of when you haven’t felt lonely, when you have liked yourself. When you felt like you knew your own heart, face-to-face, and not through a glass, darkly.”
