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?!”

In cold and dehumanized culture, many yearn to feel human again
Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah
Do we rescue abandoned animals? Maybe they’re rescuing us instead
Cat’s ordeal reminds me that bad things happen right under my nose
If you want to win a chess match, you have to play chess, not lecture the other players
‘I understand all you’re saying, but what if I’ve waited too late?’
Florida requires drivers to hand over personal info — which it then sells
Norman Rockwell or Norman Bates? Holidays are dysfunctional for some