Med school. Wow. I started this tumblr account when I was in high school, and look where I am now. Still writing for an audience that doesn’t exist. But if someone somehow manages to read this, then: Hey, whoever you are! Hello! I hope you aren’t having a crappy time like I am.
Med school is difficult. Most of your time goes to trying to cram a college sem’s worth of information into your brain for one long exam. You end relationships. Sleep happens occasionally. People are smarter than you. They don’t try as hard, and they don’t panic as much, but they still do better than you. But what do you expect? These people top bar exams in their undergrad field. They graduated with honors. They’re on scholarships. What do you have? You have a diploma, average grades, and a decent admission score. You’re getting by, one way or another. You can’t complain. But you feel anxious. All the time. You’re alone now, so you feel more fragile than when you started. You don’t think you’re good enough, and you feel like you’re hanging by a thread. But that’s okay. You just have to work a little harder.
Life is unfair. Life is tough. You just gotta keep on going. You can’t stop. You can’t. You go until you die.