I have realized through Buddhist practice the destructive energy of identity. I became by experience a strong, independent woman who needed help from no one. The consequence was that I never learned interdependence, never accomplished anything that couldn’t be done alone. I clung to this identity despite the attendant suffering, thinking the alternative was to be weak and dependent. Then I found help; I started letting go—the critical work of a lifetime. I still carry that identity, but it is a sweater I can put on. I don’t have to BE any label. Maybe I can just be light.