I burned out in 2001 whilst working as a community psychiatrist in the hell hole of Kings Cross. It’s left me quite misanthropic – but it’s strange how you can find soul mates in that waste land… the exciting objects (I’m a Kleinian).
Despite the recent springtime of regeneration, I remain deeply cynical. I think religion is a form of illusionment. Reality is much harder. Camus wrote in The Wind in Djémila – “For human truth lies in accepting death without hope”.