For much of my forty-one years of life, I’ve heard a lot of talk about love + how it is to be properly done in the form of giving it to someone else. Even growing up in a Christian home, I learned about scriptures in the Bible that talked about love.  “Love is patient, love is kind, love keeps no record of wrong, etc… (1 Corinthians 13)”, but I was always taught to apply this type of love towards someone else.  It wasn’t until I started running out of love that I began to ask the question, “What about loving myself?”