A Woman With Wounds

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The therapist mentioned that it was iconic how the love I gave, portrayed, encompassed, and gave out, was within. Unable to be reciprocated to the self. Unable to be given to the self. Unable to be administered. Unable to even be a thought. A laugh, as if the struggle for self-love was a joke.

Chuckling, one cries at home. Two spectrums of emotion. Two spectrums of what to feel. Which one do I follow?