How I Learned to Be Happy When I Am Alone

Happiness is generally believed to be reserved for those who are in love. Here’s what happened when I began to love myself.

I was living in Paris at 19 years old, I was discovering the world outside of my small-town Texan upbringing, and I was dealing with my second bout of existential self-doubt. If you’ve been through that before, or you’re in it now, I feel your pain.

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