She's sick of having to make herself happy, so she reaches out for something different--a different approach, something that will make her happy, something not herself. Someone else.
But everyone tells her she's reaching for the wrong thing, wrong person. She's making a mistake. She's an idiot to reach for something else, for companionship, for love. She needs to love herself.
She loves herself.
Apparently, she's still reaching for the wrong thing though.