the story so far...

So what happened to the boy?… He was giving and giving till there was nothing to give.He turned against his patients who all looked at him for help, for hope. Every time when he look into the eyes of his patients, pity turned to anger, love turned to hatred, the willing to help turned to “how can I make you suffer more”. The demon took over.

Eventually the staff got worried, worried for the boy, worried for the patients. The boy became a demon. Instead of helping, aiding, he made things worst, bad decisions, wrong diagnosis hence the patients suffers, the patients dies. It makes him to rethink, was he really a doctor, did he really cared, was he always like this, does he have a psy problem after all.

Then a psy MO came and meet him. Talked to him, asked him to take a few days off and to rethink everything. Did he had a meltdown? It feels like he was damaged goods, no more an instrument of help, a functionless person in society. Sigh!... a liability.

So, he took the days off. Traveled the whole Sarawak, from Sibu, he took an 8 hour bus right to Miri, met up with his “rock”, it was nice. Then he took a 14 hour journey down to Kuching. Met up with his support system. He really needs it. A few days just to let everything go. To find his old self back. To rethink his life, to rethink solutions.

Nothing really came out of the journey. one would think that revelations would come after a long inspiring journey. Not... but nevertheless it was good. The boy now knows what is important and what's not, when to give in and when to give up. Only the future will tell if he made it or not. Baby steps to recovery...:)

Currently he is back in Kanowit fighting the battles day in and day out. And so the story continues….