I Was Clinically Depressed. I

Self-realization Is Not Complete Until It Lives In Action.

You Can Never Make Yourself Believe That You're Loveable, However Hard You Try, Because When The Chips Are Down What You Really Believe Rises To The Surface Of The Mind To Replace What You Want To Believe.

Hurt Feelings Or Discomfort Of Any Kind Cannot Be Cause By Another Person. No One Outside Me Can Hurt Me. That’s Not A Possibility. It’s Only When I Believe A Stressful Thought That I Get Hurt. And I’m The One Who’s Hurting Me By Believing What I Think. This Is Very Good News, Because It Means That I Don’t Have To Get Someone Else To Stop Hurting Me. I’m The One Who Can Stop Hurting Me. It’s Within My Power.

Insanity Is Arguing With Reality.

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.