January 8th, 1980
Last year on this day I found my grandmother's lifeless body in the library of our family home. It didn't shock me. I was barely surprised. She always was a mystery but in the end, she saved me. If not for her selfless actions I would still be living under the thumb of my family.
I have set up an unconventional practice in the abandoned house that I was looking at. I have already had some patients but I'm still not getting the results I want from my tests.
I used my grandfathers' diagrams to build a machine like the ECT machines he told me about. I have had two casualties so far. That's what making adjustments are for. Luckily the deaths were only homeless-nobodies that won't be missed.
The building for my official office is furnished and ready to take on patients. It is mandatory that I don't open the doors until I have my Ph.D. I would be ruining my chances for success if I attempted to practice before I am qualified.
Sometimes I just walk around the offices and imagine what it will be like when it's open. I have slept there a few nights when I was homesick. I don't miss the house we lived in, I miss my grandmother.
I know she's watching me and would do anything to be with me while I take this journey. Thinking that she is always present is one of the only things keeping my mind intact. I need a hobby.
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