This is what happened last time.
And this is what happened the first time.
This time is slightly different.
Today will be my first day back to work.
No. More. Medicine.
I really should write about the “Medicine lie” and how it has been fucking my life up since 2008.
It took me 9 years to summon the courage to finally say “I hate studying. Oh, by the way, I lied about wanting to do Medicine. I did it for father. I did it for mother. I did it for family. I did it for society to accept me. Studying Medicine would’ve been helpful in proving to the world that I’m not a terrorist. I’m a good person. Please accept me, world. Please acknowledge my existence.“
I’m excited to go back to work.
The heavy weight and energy of keeping up with the Medicine lie has finally been lifted off, and let me tell you this: my mind is finally free.
I took the advice of a good friend and I’m playing around with the notion of writing a novel.
Excuse the incoherence, sir. I’m still adapting to being free.