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?!”

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
To unlock your heart for real love, you must embrace vulnerability
Serious medical issue will limit
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
For some of us, loss of trust is a deep existential threat to heart
Face the facts: U.S. Constitution is dead document with no meaning
I’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
Heinlein: It’s not just ‘bad luck’ when creative minority is hated
Hugs from a sweet little girl can erase stress after long work day