So, I went to Freo Hospital today.

It's old. Or at least the psych unit is. And we have PBLs in the house next to the old prison (in what used to be the magistrate's house - it's very pleasant, actually). The people seem to be nice. And I saw Deepak's dad.

I don't know what I'm in for.

I guess I'll find out in the next 8 weeks. I don't know why but I have sudden misgivings about it all. Been used to talking to people who were only too happy to talk to me - I don't know what to do with someone who'll be guarded. I don't know how to help people so in pieces because they've been sexually abused by their father for 25 years. I don't know anything and everything I see only serves to emphasise it further. I guess I''ll have to learn. Maybe I'll buy Jung as bedtime reading.

Frankly, I'm scared.

On the bright side I'm doing psychiatry in a boho place, and I'm minutes from the coffee strip!

Don't have very much time to note down my assorted abstract thoughts. But humanity has a startling clarity now. Life has clarity now.

This is my calling.