When I was in my early 30s, I had a six-figure job, owned a condo, ran marathons faster than most others in my age group, and had a packed social calendar, but despite looking successful on paper, inside, I was falling apart and didn’t know why. I started listening to Tony Robbins CDs, practicing yoga, reading all the self-help books on the shelf, and even tried going to a Buddhist temple and meditating on a cushion until my legs fell asleep, all hoping to find peace. And yet, there was still something missing.

When will I be happy?