Sunday 24 May 2015

We are the heroes of our time

i can't help but sense this tightness in my chest, whenever i look at anything related to medicine, it feels like my insides are getting squashed, my eyes tear with pain and my throat sinks so deep it's hard to swallow away my emotions. i feel like i betrayed myself, and the feeling never goes away, it lingers at the back of my mind no matter how hard i try to concentrate on the present and plan for the future. will this feeling ever go away?
my lack of motivation to do anything spans to the point where sleep is now my only escape.. for a while. however sometimes i wake only to remember i was actually also dreaming about medicine.
i'm not weak, i'd never let myself sink this low. medicine meant the world to me, i have always wanted to pursue this career, not doing it just makes me feel this depression that i just can't shake off.
how do i move on? how do i look past this mess? is there a sanctuary for people like me?


Tuesday 12 May 2015

the pursuit of happiness

the past month has been really hard. going out anywhere reminds me of what i lost.. my purpose in life, my goals.. well i can't really go that route anymore.. so, what do?
one day i went out with my parents, my mum wants to get a new car. throughout the whole car ride i was fighting tears, leaving myself to think about everything just places me in a huge emotional bubble that i try to fight back and avoid. looking back is hurtful, and i think i really need some redemption.. though, i'm stuck. i don't know how to find my redemption.
i don't want to return to study, and i don't want any normal boring job. for goodness sake i was working in the hospital, every single day was different and i learned so much on the job. it's what inspired me to pursue medicine, my goal was to become a doctor.
everywhere i go now reminds me of what i lost. it's funny because before travelling i would go on this shopping spree and buy my whole closet for the season. i would look forward to learning new things everyday, see my friends, walk around the city, and i felt so free and alive. i felt like i was in the right place, i was studying something that inspired me to become a better person.

when all that was taken from me, now i feel like i have nothing but old memories, emotions i refuse to address and a horrible twisted feeling in my stomach that i cannot endure.
in clinical terms, i feel depressed. how do i get past this?