all in my mind

There are days when there is only confusion, verging on despair here, but every now and then the planets align, and in those moments, I play little mind-games, like this one for example:

I conjure up a younger Halle, sipping on a coffee, sinking down into her 'comfy chair' as the guy with the façade paces around and asks some of his really silly questions, like:

What is it like to be you? 

Do you wake up in the morning to a different thought each day, not the same one like I do? 

Does your brain still have noise, or is it really, really quiet and serene? 

Why can't I just be like you?

Putting on a serious look, and waiting just a bit to let him think these are hard questions, she tilts her head a bit, and smiles, then replies:

Some of these things would fix themselves if you would let them.

For the others, you already know the answers.

You are a good person.

Be yourself.

How did she get so wise?