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?!”

Third parties aren’t any better than two parties if they anoint rulers
Unity sounds nice, but truth is we need freedom to go our own ways
What really matters in life? Hardly any of the things we worry about
What do you love enough to want once more before life slips away?
Slow death of painful past leaves me trapped in fog of depression
Lennon had ‘wrong ambitions,’ but became cultural icon anyway
Corruption trial prosecutor wrong: Power is for sale to highest bidder
With millions jobless, U.S. companies struggle to find skilled workers
You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron