I’ve spent most of my life learning to let go of the things I thought were important.
My father almost turned me into a narcissist. Just like him. I didn’t know that, of course. He didn’t know that, either. I didn’t understand he was a narcissist, because I didn’t even know what clinical narcissism was. It never would have occurred to me, because my father — the god-like central figure of my childhood — was my standard for all that was right and normal.
I’ve spent my adult life on a long journey of recovery. It started while I was still in my late 20s when I vaguely realized something was wrong. That led to the realization that I had come from a very dysfunctional family. But I still had so many layers of dysfunction to take apart — and I had so much to learn in order to become an emotionally healthy adult.
Even now, I keep finding more habits to unlearn. I keep realizing that I have beliefs that need to change. But as I take apart the old pieces of ugly dysfunction — brick by brick — I slowly replace them with something better.
I’m slowly becoming an emotionally healthy man.

Unity sounds nice, but truth is we need freedom to go our own ways
I often need this warning label: ‘Does not play well with others’
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
Traits that lead to great romance don’t always make right partners
Effort to boot unethical congressman laudable, but will it really help?
Without things to look forward to, the human heart gets ready to die
Let’s reconnect with each other, not fall into dystopian Metaverse
How we live our lives can allow us to redeem dark family history
Mundane expressions of love matter more than movie versions