Without which you sound sentimental, it's a deficit of love that made us ill. And therefore, it's going to be an experience of love that will make us well. Now, that doesn't have to mean romantic love. What I mean by love is certain things. Someone will hear us, someone will see us, someone will take the trouble and it mends trouble to enter into our mental states and with care, with sympathy, with imagination. Look at the way that we are telling our story, that we are interpreting events and go, hmm, is that fair? Is that right? Is the way in which you look at events, does that do justice to who you are and to what might be possible? I think the legacy of a bad childhood is we're tearing ourselves apart. We are literally our own worst enemies, precisely because there was a deficit of early love. And an experience of later love can help to change how we talk and live within ourselves. It's not an overnight process. It could be a relationship that is loving. Now, it's one of the absolute tragedies of this, that those who have experienced the deficit of love will make enormous, a situous efforts to refuse love in adulthood because it will feel unfamiliar and it will feel even more importantly undeserved. Why should another person think better of me than I think of themselves? They must be a fraud. There must be something wrong with them.