Warning, mushy post ahead. Since my third year of med school ended this past May, I have been non-stop busy, exhaustingly busy -- both physically, academically, and emotionally. In the span of about four months I applied to away rotations, completed an honor's project, brought my 94-year-old grandma from Florida to Chicago, moved to a new apartment, took Step 2 CS and CK, spent a month working my a** off at Stanford in my dream field of medicine, and am now working 13 hours, 6 days a week in the surgical ICU. Along the way have been my amazing friends who help me stay strong, and I am ridiculously grateful for their love everyday. Also, since I've moved and have my own place now, my parents and I are getting along better, and that is lovely too. However, there is one huge part of my life that I've decided to let go of. After literally years of tears, heartbreak, and disappointment I realize that things are never going to change. I am terrified of letting go, but I am more terrified of what will happen if I don't. I know that I deserve to be loved and to be happy, and for once now, I am choosing me. I think that this time, I can't afford not to. Here's to love, peace, and the strength and grace to get through it all. Wish me luck.
