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?!”

Ocasio-Cortez and Trump just like characters in ’75 satire ‘Network’
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying
Unless your spirit’s been broken, your flaws will always be hidden
AUDIO: Partnership idea sounded great, but it was just a dead end
When we’re scared of real love, we can panic if someone loves us
Without community, we no longer know each other, in life or death
Memory Lane is seductive when
Nature struggles to keep alive
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again