"I was a selfish child and Ive been a selfish adult. I've done everything to be unselfish to my children, partner, work colleagues and clients. I've done everything, workshops, books, prayer, therapy. But I'm selfish." I asked "how did you come to this conclusion?" Sobbing she replied "My mother tells a story of me as a 3 year old child and the two of us being destitute, in poverty, lost, and down to our last piece of bread. My mother gave that bread to me to stop my crying and I threw it in the mud. It was, according to my mother, a defining act of selfishness." I asked her "if it was the last piece of bread, how are you alive now?" - tears filled her face, snot ran from her nose, drool from her mouth, years of pain, released itself. A realisation that self hate, unjustified self judgement that may have been a big part of her illness, was a huge part of her self sabotage in life, was built on a myth. Build on a story made for theatre and not for real life. Her love, her energy, her gift somehow blocked and yet, she tried to invest herself in personal growth for 30 or more years, including yoga, meditation and guru's. (plus many surgeons and doctors).