ABSTRACT
Emotional toxins and nourishment often are so mixed as to be indistinguishable. Even if they can be distinguished, it may be impossible for an individual to get one without the other. A life can so sour, and a person so accommodate to high levels of toxins, that he or she may develop aversive reactions to less polluted opportunities for nourishment. Some people cannot take nourishment that is not embedded in psychic poisons. This chapter discusses that a girl named as Alice grew up in an atmosphere of warm self-hate. Alice was used to orgies of maternal rage, tempered by scorn and snide remarks. According to her mother, Alice could not do anything right. Alice's psychic lungs could not take much fresh air. After completed the therapy she had a nice look, somewhat fun, playful, ironical, caring, at times attractive —someone that interesting, searching, and good-hearted people might like to be with.
