The Gift of Leaving Medicine (I Got My Life Back)

The current of my life outside the ocean was a different force.

I used to yawn all… the… time. I needed a perpetual nap. I hated getting up early. One missed night of sleep threw my existence into disorder. The current was strong.  

For most of med school and residency, my life was tinted with a begrudging tone. Just to be okay every day, to fight that current of medicine and get back to my spot, it required relentless battling. At first surmountable, I could refill the tank on the mountain bike trail or a weekend of camping, but as the stake got higher and higher, I couldn’t paddle anymore and got pushed where it cared take me. If you’re looking for a recipe for depression or a mid-life crisis, look no further.