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?!”

Good character matters far more than winning political arguments
Conservatives have lost their way as few defend individual freedom
In cold and dehumanized culture, many yearn to feel human again
What evil lives in the heart of man who can kill his wife, kids?
Where do we go from here? Things are about to get very interesting
Herman Cain’s GOP support causes confusion for Demos’ race narrative
What if I’ve fooled myself — and darkness is all that waits for me?
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed