When I graduated from medical school, I was hopelessly ill-equipped to deal with the personal demands of working as a doctor.
As with many of my colleagues, I relied on an over indulgence in alcohol and multiple short-term pathological relationships as a means of coping with my sense of dis-ease arising from my work. Luckily I was still young enough (and therefore still arrogant enough to believe in my ‘immortality’) to survive this period of my life without too many scars.
Part of me enjoyed the release in alcohol and the intensity of frequent new relationships, but there was a larger part which felt empty and unsatisfied.
During my GP training, I did a rural term in Coffs Harbour. I was fortunate enough to meet some people who were interested in yoga, and they invited me to join their class. This was quite a challenge for me for two reasons.