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?!”

How should we react when man admits molesting own daughter?
Like an alien, I move through a world I can see but never touch
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
Dear FBI, NSA and all three-letter agencies: ‘We don’t trust you guys’
Is this what happens when you teach children there are no absolutes?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
If you need vacation from spouse, maybe you married wrong person
Goodbye, Bessie (2008-2018)
Trivial objects have power to be containers for strong emotions