Contrary to what I believed, the love that I poured into myself did not deplete a finite supply of love. The more I poured into myself, the more it multiplied in abundance. I took myself on romantic dates, gave myself permission to go to therapy, asked my loved ones for reciprocal care, communicated openly and honestly, admitted hard truths, read books in the sun, and shared unconditional love with Earth. Being gentle with myself, reparenting myself, and romancing myself strengthened all my relationships.
