I hope some of you enjoy my once-in-a-blue-moon attempt at drawing :3 I've always dreamt of becoming a doctor, and sometimes, I like to think that the younger me would be very proud of where we stand right now.

If anyone is still willing to read me ramble, here's a little thought about the piece. Part rant, part confession.

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Since starting my final year of undergraduate medical training as an intern I’ve come to notice many truths about this profession. It’s demanding in every sense. Physically, yes, but mostly emotionally. This year is a heap of stress and doubt, of fear and uncertainty. You witness two stark faces of the same coin: health and sickness, life and death, and it sometimes makes me question everything. There are days when I feel I’m not doing enough, when exhaustion blinds my thoughts and when quitting feels tempting.

Yet there are also moments where I feel proud, fulfilled and even happy. In the longest nights without sleep or in the days filled with heartache, I try to remind myself why I’m here. Why I choose, again and again, to help, to try and to keep going. I remember the child I once was, playing doctor with my plushies, staring in awe at physicians in the street, wearing an oversized white coat and a plastic stethoscope while declaring, “when I grow up, I want to be a doctor.”

Even when the road ahead feels long I like to think that my younger self, the one with missing baby teeth and hope in his eyes, would look at me now in admiration, believing we’ve already done something worth doing.

I am privileged to say that my exhaustion and sleepless nights come from the opportunities I once dreamt of. And I intend to honor that dream, one shift at a time.