I have unconditional love for myself.

Love without conditions gets tested on a bad week, never a good one. Anybody can be warm towards themselves after a productive Thursday.

Parents discover this with teenagers. The love isn't proved by a school report. It's proved at eleven at night in a kitchen, after something genuinely stupid has happened, when what gets said is still sit down, let's sort it out.

Aiming that at yourself doesn't mean approving of everything you do. It means the relationship isn't up for review every time you fail. You can be disappointed and stay on your own side, which is exactly what the people who love you already manage.