When I was a young girl, my imagination would turn dark as the sun went down. I'd lay in my bed, paralyzed with fear thinking of scary creatures lurking around my room. Eventually, I'd muster the courage to scream for my dad. He'd come in and turn the light in. Instant relief would flood through my little body as I returned to reality, out of the thoughts that so easily swallowed me whole. And over the years, they continued to do so. Over and over again, always returning. And they still do, but I have a secret weapon; one that allows me to befriend my thoughts and mind. One that invites harmony. It is the simple idea that I am not my thoughts. And that is what this episode is all about.