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?!”

What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?
Whose life is it anyway? Police taser man trying to protect home from fire
We’re in summer reruns this week
Nature struggles to keep alive
For governance, ‘one size fits all’ is a bad idea — even if the ‘one size’ is your version of freedom
Loss of majestic tree in my yard feels like death of an old friend
No matter how ‘defeated’ you are, there’s a way to transform yourself
Visit with high school best friend leaves me pondering my old fears
11 children left orphaned by plane crash remind me how fickle life is