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, 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