Confession: I put a lot of pressure on myself to share my medical school experience.

Once I finally wrote the sequel to “My First Year of Medical School was Hell”, I felt…uninspired. As if I had more nothing more to offer the blog at all.

But I realize that this is 1000% untrue.

I started this blog because I have a surplus of ideas that cross my mind on an hourly basis that usually go unexplored. I crave meaningful conversations, and I love diving into the details of any given topic. The people who love that kind of thing will love this blog. The people who don’t, won’t. And that’s alright.

I’ve come to face the hard truth that every creative must learn: no single body of work is ever going to be able to please everyone.

(And, while I’m generalizing, us creatives have to do a better job at focusing on the abundance of support we attract, rather than clinging to any peice of opposition we can find.)

So, y’all, I get it. The med school posts are A LOT to read. But I never said they were meant to be read all in one sitting. In fact, I give a friendly forewarning each time a post is going to be extremely long. 🙂

Some posts will be long narratives, and others will be short and anecdotal. But all will reflect what I want to communicate on any given subject—in its entirety.

Writing for fulfillment and freedom of expression are just as important to me as writing for inspirational puposes.

When I have the space to write freely, that’s when this place feels like home. Writing is to my soul what dancing is to my spirit. Both set me free.

In real life and online, I’m bold. I speak my mind. I explore taboo topics. I say what everyone else in the room is thinking but is afraid to say.

And I’m honest.

I open up about my life in ways that expose so much I leave even my own psyche wondering …Did we really just say that?

But that’s what life is about. It’s about the risks we take, and the ways that we use our own stories to impact the lives of others.

I appreciate the consistent outpouring of support for my vulnerability online. I never thought I would share my full exam experience, but I couldn’t help thinking about that one person who would randomly stumble across my blog one day and feel less alone in reading my story.

If I can’t share my testimony and inspire someone with my journey, then what is it all for?

I say this with my whole chest,

I don’t think God is out here working miracles for nothing.

So, I’m going to write about it. All of it. And I’m going to share my story in full one day. But maybe I’ll reserve the more intimate details of my life story for the Gems who elect to follow my journey through to its completion, both on and off the blog.

The first couple of months of 2022 have been… laughable.

My life trajectory is astounding, and there never seems to be a dull moment over here. (That’s my earnest attempt at being positive about my never-ending trauma, guys, not a conceited gloat.)

Keep an eye out for more posts soon. And subscribe to the newsletter! I’ve got a plan to switch things up a bit this year. More soon come. ♡

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