Judge Your Neighbor, Write It Down. Ask

Love Is Who We Are Without Our Stories.

Even Breathing Is A Contribution.

If Our Stressful Thoughts Aren't True, What Does That Leave? It Leaves, "i Am Loveable" - The Very Thing I Could Never Make Myself Believe, Because "i'm Unloveable" Overrides It When The Chips Are Down.

When We Believe In Our Thoughts, When We Tell Ourselves A Story, We Suffer. 'my Husband Doesn't Respect Me.' 'i Should Be Thinner.' Those Are Stories. When There's No Story, There's No Suffering.

The World Is Perfect. As You Question Your Mind, This Becomes More And More Obvious.