When I was little, I used to say to myself, “Our minds are very powerful.” I didn’t really understand what it meant, but it deeply resonated with me as a fundamental truth. Repeating this mantra gave me a sense of possibility, power and freedom. At the same time, I would also scream at the top of my lungs, “it is all your fault” to whomever I felt was to blame for feeling wrong or badly about myself. I desperately felt the need to fend off any idea that I might be responsible for, or had control over, events that had “bad” outcomes. As a child, I thought I was supposed to be perfect and anything less was not OK. It was as if I was always performing, and the good outcomes I created were the reason why people would love and accept me. Much of my life has been spent trying to figure out how to reconcile these two opposite ways of being. Of course, being a blaming victim and a liberated, powerful person are at complete odds with each other. I wanted to be a wise and powerful creator, but I did not really want to be responsible for my mistakes or failures either.