Nail on the head. Worse yet, my more centrist friends basically cheered at trump’s win. Not so centrist I guess right? What happened to “both candidates are equally bad guys”?

I am trying the same thing, but politics somehow keeps coming up even amongst my ‘apolitical’ friends.

I am glad to hear lady hope has finally shown her face to you. I wish you the best of luck.

Truth is, we are all living life for the first (and hopefully only) time. No one knows what the fuck they are doing. If anyone ever tells you they do, they are either lying, or stupid.

Seeing hope is the first step toward recovery and growth. Find the motivation, forge it into discipline and routine. I know you’ll do great.

I am really glad you messaged me now. Today has been I think the roughest day of medical school so far, so you really are reminding me to practice what I preach.

if assholes are willing to ransom a pediatric burns hospital for money, they would have the required lack of empathy to attack the IA.

You joke, but that is just about the sum of it. Illiteracy followed by deranged conspiracy theories erode public trust in institutions. The current GOP is case and point.

Bruh

Even if that claim is remotely close to true. Why? What on earth would the purpose for a gender transition conspiracy possibly serve?

You have to do more backflips than simone biles to match the mental gymnastics for that kind of thinking.

CYA, probably.

What a clusterfuck of a HIPAA violation.

That is super dope. Glad for my home county to have people that compassionate as well as skilled.

FINALLY, something I can meaningfully contribute to.

I could give you a ‘boo-hoo’ story about how i failed to get into medical school the first time. Well I am. It was absolutely soul-crushing and morale-decimating. It was one of the hardest struggles I’ve ever had. It threw me into an identity crisis and compounded with my in-progress imposter syndrome in ways that would spark nothing but self-loathing and depression.

For months I agonized and isolated myself in my room until I realized that If I don’t try for my own future, no one else can or will. Took a bit of self reflection to realize the fault lied with me. Took me an even longer time to figure out what mistakes killed my application, how, why, and formulate a plan to avoid repetition. The process took me 3 years. I won’t tell you exactly how old I am, but people my age are getting married, buying houses, making 6-figure incomes, etc. By contrast, I am barely making minimum wage and banding together couch surfing and splitting rent with my friends.

It’s tough not to compare myself to everyone else’s situations. This was made worse by the fact my family and friends (maybe 45% of them) constantly shit talk me behind my back. Sometimes wine comes back up the grape-vine. Sometimes it isn’t a sweet Rosso. I kept chugging along despite some of my friends and family acting as headwinds against me.

I kept up this process for 3 years, believing that I could actually do it. That maybe one day I won’t be earning 10 dollars an hour working 50 hours a week. Most of all, I felt that I had a real purpose and goal to work toward. Medicine.

I am very proud to report to Lemmy that I actually got accepted to 5 different medical schools so far! I felt bad even turning down one offer for another.

How I got over my failure and crisis of identity? Maybe it was ego. Maybe it was my hurt pride. Maybe it was selfishness. Maybe it’s because I am too stubborn to take “no” for an answer for something that means so much to me. I choose to believe that I worked hard for it and was able to swallow my pride and keep on chugging along patiently working for the light at the end of the tunnel.

Don’t get me wrong, the light at the end of the tunnel is still an on-coming train. Medical school is hell. I realize it is nothing but hard work and suffering. Nothing would make me happier than to go into a field that makes a direct difference in people’s lives.

TLDR: Medical school :D -> rejection D: -> depression D: -> epiphany :/ -> hard work :( -> a brighter future perhaps :).

This isn’t a general formula or anything. I just haven’t been able to talk to anyone about any of this. I feel that emptying out my feelings into the void of the internet might be kind of therapeutic. I never thought I’d share any of my deepest feelings on the internet, let alone reddit. Here, I feel comfortable to do so.

Plant the seed. Keep on watering. As long as the soil you choose to plant isn’t salted, you will reap the rewards your past self has sown.