So the rest of my class is graduating, and I get to see everyone's excited "I'm a doctor now" statuses on facebook all day. It's kind of sad. I really don't feel as much as I thought I would actually.
I've really got to do something about the PTSD. I can't have anymore days like this where I can see so clearly how awesome my life could be without it. Rather than saying, if only certain things had never happened to me, I would be happy now...I'm choosing to look at it as: if I only I hadn't run from my past for so long. If only I had done the work to confront the things that did happen (things that in no way could I control)...then I would be happy today. So today I'll work hard to deal with this. And someday (when I'm ready) I'll go back to medical school, and I'll be what I was meant to be.
Weird day.
I've really got to do something about the PTSD. I can't have anymore days like this where I can see so clearly how awesome my life could be without it. Rather than saying, if only certain things had never happened to me, I would be happy now...I'm choosing to look at it as: if I only I hadn't run from my past for so long. If only I had done the work to confront the things that did happen (things that in no way could I control)...then I would be happy today. So today I'll work hard to deal with this. And someday (when I'm ready) I'll go back to medical school, and I'll be what I was meant to be.
Weird day.