I entered the field of medicine with the idea that I was already aware of the tough stuff to come: textbooks galore, complicated concepts and exams that would challenge my memory capacity to the last bit.
I was ready for the syllabus.The silence was what I was unprepared to face.The silent and nagging stress of the need to be good.
Not average. Not surviving. But worthy to be a being who deals with lives.
The Weight of Expectations,The pressure does not come banging in.It builds itself in whispers.It lies in the silence that people have when you mention that you study medicine.
Followed by admiration–
“Oh, you must be really smart.”
And all at once you are not yourself either.
You are a kind of yourself that has something to demonstrate.
What Does “Good” Even Mean?
What constitutes a good medical student is never clear–
yet constantly expected.
Is it:
Scoring the highest?Answering every question?Never feeling tired?
Because some days…
I do not grasp things as fast as I can.
On some days my head is full–but heavy, not productive.
And on those days, the guilt is more insistent than the fatigue.
The Comparison Trap
You look around and realize–
you have people all around you as hard-driving, just as productive… at times more so.
Someone always:
Studies longer,Remembers better,Performs stronger
And even unconsciously, you enter into a race that you never registered in.
Am I doing enough? Am I falling behind?
Chasing Time…Time changes in medicine.
It is not of you–it is not of you anymore–
it is something you are always trying to run after.
There’s always:
More to revise,More to understand,More to complete
Rest becomes gradually a luxury.
And the irony?
I study health, sense, the human being…
while losing my own.
The Emotional Silence
Medicine does not only educate science.
It quietly introduces you to:
Pain,Illness,Uncertainty
And somewhere in all this–
Nobody actually shows you how to feel.
You’re expected to:
Stay strong…Move forward…Not break
But feelings are not instructed.
The Fear No One Talks About
Always there is a thought… always.
What if I’m not good enough?
Not just for exams–
but for the future.
One day, somebody is going to place his or her life in my hands.
And that thought?
It doesn’t just inspire me.
It humbles me.
And sometimes… it scares me.
I am yet to discover what it really means to be a good medical student.
Perhaps, it is not a question of perfection.
Maybe it’s about:
Showing up on hard days
Learning beyond books
Developing by error and feeling.
Since behind each of us put-together medical students…
is some attempt of a human being to live to expectations they had not made.
And maybe–
to be good does not mean doing everything right.
Perhaps it is not to lose oneself in the process.
For You to Reflect…
When it takes you becoming good to lose your peace, your health, your identity…
is it still worth it?