Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.

I came to see that the world is always as it should be, whether I opposed it or not.

Questioning our stressful thoughts, we come to see they're not true.

My happiness isn't dependent on anyone else's.

It's not a little thing to lose your identification and who you believe yourself to be.

To argue with reality is to argue with God

That's the purpose of stress. It's a friend. It's an alarm clock, built in to let you know that it's time to do The Work.