As a result of my practice, I am a recovering worrier. My mind still makes up terrifying stories, but I am much less apt to believe them. Sometimes I catch the story-making machine in the act of churning up a new story, and sometimes I can even laugh at it. If I could disengage the worry machine entirely from my mind, I would surely do it. I don't like it at all. But I was born with it, for whatever karmic reasons, and I'm stuck with it. I've come to think of it, and myself, with compassionate affection. I treat it as if it were an unpleasant neighbor who lives in an apartment next store to me and plays loud music in the middle of the night.
— Sylvia Boorstein, It's Easier Than You Think