Sometimes it feels like it is the effect of a ‘place’ that can be so soothing for my psyche.

I am sitting in Federation Square on a patch of grass under a tree, and I am soaking up the sensory feast that is a view over Flinders Street Station to the city.

I am supposed to be at another comedy show, but one felt like it was enough for my recovering mind tonight. It is so clear to me that I am going through a period of post psychotic depression. And I need time to heal.

The other obvious thing is that my so called internet connection has sent me into psychosis twice now. And so it is obviously so unhealthy for me.

I need to be so gentle with myself now.