Early in 2009, I entered a deep depression which kept me in a funk off and on for several years. I was miserable — and I was desperate to figure out why I had been sabotaging my life.
I was forced to confront hidden flaws about myself that I hated. I had to dig into the toxic past of my dysfunctional family. I had to uncover things about myself that I had learned from my narcissistic father. I had to ask myself whether I was going to keep going down that path — or make serious changes while I still could. I knew I had to heal my broken psyche if I wanted love.
And through it all, I kept asking myself, “What is wrong with me?!”

Man’s unconscious night after stroke leaves me uneasy about living alone
What would I do with my time if the money made no difference?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
Life is like flying a plane as you assemble it from a box of parts
What was I when I was a child? I’m still that same person today
If romantic love is mental illness, do many of us want to be cured?
To become extraordinary people, we can’t behave in ordinary ways