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?!”

When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
Our inexplicable behavior ‘signals’ to the world who and what we are
Didn’t we already try secession? Politicians don’t like losing control
Who ‘owns’ children? And who should step in when parents fail?
If romantic love is real and true, does it never really fade away?
After 50 years of being alone and disappointed, boy finally gets girl
Obama’s bad advice shows why politicians don’t ‘get’ bureaucracy
As my path keeps changing, I can now admit my plans are useless