While I could admit my life was a mess, I wasn’t yet willing to yield all of my theories. ‘I’m still clever,’ I thought, ‘I’ve worked hard on some of these beliefs.’ What is a belief really? A thought, in your mind, that you like having. If you like having it, it must be of benefit, it either improves your life or helps you to rationalize how bad your life is. I can’t think of another reason to have a belief.
