When I Am Perfectly Clear, What Is

I Stopped Waiting For The World To Give Me What I Wanted; I Started Giving It To Myself.

There Are No Physical Problems-only Mental Ones.

One Morning In February 1986, Out Of Nowhere, I Experienced A Realization. In An Instant, I Discovered That When I Believed My Stressful Thoughts, I Suffered, But When I Questioned Them, I Didn't Suffer.

Every (stressful Thought) Is A Variation On A Single Theme: This Shouldn't Be Happening. I Shouldn't Be Having This Experience. God Is Unjust. Life Isn't Fair.

When I Was In My Early Forties, I Slept With A Loaded Gun Under My Bed. Id Become Severely Depressed In My Thirties, And For Almost A Decade I Spiraled Down Into Paranoia, Rage, Self-loathing, And Thoughts Of Suicide.