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.

I support MLK’s original goals, but not what his birthday represents
If authentic connection is absent, we crave love and a human touch
Are government employee unions making the rest of us unsafe?
Becoming who we’re meant to be is the hardest battle of our lives
I’m not certain artists ever get to be themselves when they perform
Maybe it wasn’t correct choice, but I’m not having surgery Friday
If we disrespect skilled trades, we’re ignorant and arrogant fools