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?!”

If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
Obsession with partisan hatred diverts you from economic truth
Love’s closest counterfeit sounds like love but acts like selfish need
Pursuing conscious life is harder than sleepwalking through a life
Your motivations tell me more about you than your actions do
Corruption trial prosecutor wrong: Power is for sale to highest bidder
Don’t blame politicians; you’re to blame for growth of government
Why keep playing a game that’s impossible for you to win?