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?!”

We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
‘Hey, do you already have a wife? My mom doesn’t have a husband’
Why am I disappointed in others, when my secret sins lay hidden?
Need something to wear tonight? Here’s a geeky Halloween costume
If authentic connection is absent, we crave love and a human touch
Spending all of life in politics leaves many out of touch with real people
Christmas looks different now, but I still see joy with eyes of a child