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MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS

Part 1. "You are worthless. You're stupid. You don't know how to do anything." The words reverberated in her head as she eyed the knife ready to end her life. The silence of death was already calling out to her and the crimson red that would flow from her veins would look so beautiful around… Continue reading MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS

Dear Diary, I'm not really one to sit down with a pen and paper writing down my new year resolutions. I'm more of a take it as it goes kinda person. I just think of the year ahead and picture how I want the year to go and viola that's it. So at the beginning… Continue reading NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS

BUSY MUCH: Reality Check.

Dear diary, When I heard people say medical school will barely leave you time for yourself and other activities, I always had my doubts. I asked myself "how hard could it actually be, wasn't it to just attend lectures in the morning and then have the rest of the day and weekend to yourself" Over… Continue reading BUSY MUCH: Reality Check.

FEBRUARY Is LOVED because of VALENTINE’S DAY, right?

Dear diary, Some people see the month of February as a season of love but I see this month as a season of liberation; where others are looking forward to February 14th that is valentine's day, all I'm excited about is February 10th, the day I'll be resuming school officially as a clinical medical student.… Continue reading FEBRUARY Is LOVED because of VALENTINE’S DAY, right?

ROAD TO ISTANBUL

Dear diary, I cry out loud at the beautiful gates of Istanbul Standing in the gap of my colleagues Beckoning on their behalf. When Men Sleeps and Slumber They watch and study in darkest room Searching the deep realms of pharmacology & pathology. Istanbul, a land filled with milk and honey I pray may they… Continue reading ROAD TO ISTANBUL

WHY MEDICINE?

               Dear diary, Back in those days, when you ask any child ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ the reply is always doctor, lawyer, engineer, or banker. When I was young, my own reply has always been ‘I want to be a doctor’ Why? At such a tender age, all I… Continue reading WHY MEDICINE?