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?!”

If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
W.V. student suspended from school and arrested for pro-gun t-shirt
Our self-deception is attempt to justify whatever we do to others
Will you sell more days of your life
We’re more like other animals than we like to admit to anyone
Ignorant economic reporting doesn’t help an equally ignorant public
All offers eventually expire, so do your best to ‘come before winter’