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 won’t be free until politicians lose power to control the Internet
Ban on saggy pants: Why do we require laws against looking foolish?
How do we protect innocent and still keep peace in civil society?
UPDATE: Two weeks after surgery, I’m better; thanks for asking
What can a free society do before an unstable person commits a crime?
I struggle to fix the imperfection in myself and world around me
If you want to honor military dead, stop supporting unnecessary wars
If you have a good enough reason, you’ll leave your addiction behind