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?!”

Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
Why do Birmingham taxpayers give $500,000 yearly to college sports?
Does the ocean offer the best chance of escaping the state?
Not happy with your life? Change your narrative, change your life
In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
I can’t get over this terrible feeling that I need to talk to you on video
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist
In a cold and disconnected world, it’s very simple to fake happiness