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.

How can you help someone who doesn’t really want to keep living?
Flashy ‘stimulus’ projects conceal truth that the state destroys wealth
If romantic love is mental illness, do many of us want to be cured?
Tough problem: What does a free society do about unfit parents?
If there are exceptions to free speech, it’s not really free speech, is it?
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know