The Codependency Myth

Personal note: After almost ten years of well-intentioned, but misguided and untrained (read unlicensed) “Christian” counseling, I found myself sitting alone and numb in a coffee shop in downtown Austin last August. Scarcely able to decipher the events of the past five years, all I knew was that I had deeply wounded my family, friends—and myself.

A new friend recommended I have coffee with someone he felt would understand my past. As we began our conversation, I immediately realized this was...