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?!”

Why are you and I forced to pay for free phones for certain folks?
Once you taste what is possible, you can’t accept being ‘normal’
Each unexpected death forces me to confront limits of my own life
Continued collapse of competence points toward decline of a culture
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right