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 <p>I think that&rsquo;s why I sought out confession. What was it the priest had said? <em>Ask yourself who it is that you are hurting in these situations.</em></p>
 <p>I remember the surety of knowledge after that, that the only one I was hurting through these struggles was myself. And now I have better language for that, that this pain is egodystonia. Limerence is something that rankles with my identity, as negative a part of my life as it is.</p>
 <p>Liking someone isn&rsquo;t a sin. It cannot be, must not be. But here I am, wallowing in my own pain, and that is where I veer close to sin.</p>
+<p>Why must we Catholics wrap our every action up in shame? There must be some root for some bad thing in my life. If I am depressed, it must be for some reason, for something that I have done, yes? If I struggle this much for liking someone, clearly there must be something shameful about that, yes? That sense of dread, that sour, ashen taste in the mouth, that is a sign from God that we have strayed from the path he has set before us, yes?</p>
+<p>I&rsquo;m a <em>therapist</em>. I should <em>not</em> be thinking this way. It&rsquo;s not just wrong, but it bears the weight of hypocrisy.</p>
+<p>Even as a Christian, there is little enough reason for me to think this way.</p>
 <p>I don&rsquo;t know. I&rsquo;m spinning my wheels, talking in circles. I don&rsquo;t know what to do. I don&rsquo;t know where to go from here. To name a feeling may be to understand it, but understanding has gotten me nowhere, has purchased me nothing but a deeper ache in my gut, and now I must feed my desires all over again.</p>
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