I’ve spent most of my life learning to let go of the things I thought were important.
My father almost turned me into a narcissist. Just like him. I didn’t know that, of course. He didn’t know that, either. I didn’t understand he was a narcissist, because I didn’t even know what clinical narcissism was. It never would have occurred to me, because my father — the god-like central figure of my childhood — was my standard for all that was right and normal.
I’ve spent my adult life on a long journey of recovery. It started while I was still in my late 20s when I vaguely realized something was wrong. That led to the realization that I had come from a very dysfunctional family. But I still had so many layers of dysfunction to take apart — and I had so much to learn in order to become an emotionally healthy adult.
Even now, I keep finding more habits to unlearn. I keep realizing that I have beliefs that need to change. But as I take apart the old pieces of ugly dysfunction — brick by brick — I slowly replace them with something better.
I’m slowly becoming an emotionally healthy man.

I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
Your ignored mistakes quickly become impossible to change
Would getting away from civilization help us live better?
We won’t be free until politicians lose power to control the Internet
Social media is an addictive drug, so I’m kicking my Facebook habit
I can’t help wanting to replay life with emotionally healthy parents
The best romantic relationships end up becoming mutual rescue
What if we’re more talented than our inner fears allow us to admit?
The hole is always there, but I foolishly hope it’ll just go away