I am terribly inept in expressing my feelings. Growing up in a family that shunts open emotions, I would rather be doing homework than singing happy birthday.
I can’t remember when was the last time that I said “I love you” to my parents. Sounds awful. I know.
And it gets worse. I can’t remember when I said those words to myself.
Not to be confused with narcissism, self-love is a key psychosomatic that contributes to the well-being of the individual self and a prerequisite for expressing love to others.
If, and this is a big if, my synapse passage is not blocked or broken, I wouldn’t have a problem. Hopefully, it is not. The question becomes how do I show it? Hmm . . .
To be continued.