When Dr Sonia Henry was heading in the direction of her mid-30s, she was consumed by the desire to flee her own life.
For a while, the GP and author had felt lucky. She had written Going Under, a bestselling novel that exposed the brutal treatment of medical interns. She was living with a friend in a Darlinghurst apartment, a picture of the big-city existence she had always fantasised about. But, as the pandemic took hold, her emotional hurdles mounted. As a doctor, she started struggling with the pressure to be perfect, the toll exacted by endless study. Then, she was betrayed by the narcissistic heart surgeon she was involved with. She wanted to get as far away as possible. She called a locum agency that specialised in regional Australia. They needed a doctor urgently. She never looked back.
