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?!”

What is this old longing for home? It’s the need for unconditional love
Do you obey petty rules? Or do you fight The Man in hopes of change?
Public discourse is distorted by constant outrage over anecdotes
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside
Want to feel happier, healthier? Try cutting back on your deceit
How do renegade ‘weird ideas’ grow and spread to win acceptance?
Advice to fast food restaurant execs: stop ‘innovating,’ do the basics right