Why Does Loving Myself Feel So Much Harder Than Loving Someone Else?
You know, I used to think happiness was something you found in someone else. My last relationship taught me otherwise. She was kind, smart, and we’re still friends, but I always felt like I was chasing something I couldn’t quite catch.
Now, it’s just me in my tiny Chicago apartment, working late, dreaming big, and—surprisingly—feeling more alive than ever. I get this rush of hope when I imagine my future, and it’s stronger than anything I felt when I was with her. But sometimes, late at night, I wonder: am I just fooling myself? Is self-love really enough, or am I just afraid of getting hurt again?
I want someone who gets it—who adds to my journey, not distracts from it. Until then, I’m learning to be proud of my own company. If you’ve ever felt the same, I’d love to hear your story. Maybe we’re not as alone as we think. 🫶
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