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?!”

Be afraid, friends: Chicken Little says the sky is falling somewhere
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
Like an alien, I move through a world I can see but never touch
Political action may seize power, but only ideas bring real change
Meet the new neighbors: Why rules aren’t always such a bad thing
Confirmation bias means most of us assume our opponents are ‘morans’
I need responsibility for slaying dragons to protect those I love
Knowing right choice years later is useless without time machine
Part of me loves you dearly, but warring parts are hostile or afraid