The Hidden Struggles of Medical Students

Medical school broke me in ways I never saw coming. I'm at one of the top programs in

the country, surrounded by the brightest minds, and I couldn't get out of bed for three

days straight. Everyone thinks depression looks like crying and sadness,

but mine was emptiness. I'd sit in lectures about saving lives while planning how to end my own.

The irony wasn't lost on me. We learn about every disease except the one killing us from

the inside. Third year clinical rotations destroyed whatever was left. Thirty hour shifts,

attendings yelling at me for not knowing some obscure fact, patients dying while I'm too numb to

even process it. I started making mistakes. Small ones at first. Then I almost wrote