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  • FINALLY, something I can meaningfully contribute to.

    I could give you a 'boo-hoo' story about how i failed to get into medical school the first time. Well I am. It was absolutely soul-crushing and morale-decimating. It was one of the hardest struggles I've ever had. It threw me into an identity crisis and compounded with my in-progress imposter syndrome in ways that would spark nothing but self-loathing and depression.

    For months I agonized and isolated myself in my room until I realized that If I don't try for my own future, no one else can or will. Took a bit of self reflection to realize the fault lied with me. Took me an even longer time to figure out what mistakes killed my application, how, why, and formulate a plan to avoid repetition. The process took me 3 years. I won't tell you exactly how old I am, but people my age are getting married, buying houses, making 6-figure incomes, etc. By contrast, I am barely making minimum wage and banding together couch surfing and splitting rent with my friends.

    It's tough not to compare myself to everyone else's situations. This was made worse by the fact my family and friends (maybe 45% of them) constantly shit talk me behind my back. Sometimes wine comes back up the grape-vine. Sometimes it isn't a sweet Rosso. I kept chugging along despite some of my friends and family acting as headwinds against me.

    I kept up this process for 3 years, believing that I could actually do it. That maybe one day I won't be earning 10 dollars an hour working 50 hours a week. Most of all, I felt that I had a real purpose and goal to work toward. Medicine.

    I am very proud to report to Lemmy that I actually got accepted to 5 different medical schools so far! I felt bad even turning down one offer for another.

    How I got over my failure and crisis of identity? Maybe it was ego. Maybe it was my hurt pride. Maybe it was selfishness. Maybe it's because I am too stubborn to take "no" for an answer for something that means so much to me. I choose to believe that I worked hard for it and was able to swallow my pride and keep on chugging along patiently working for the light at the end of the tunnel.

    Don't get me wrong, the light at the end of the tunnel is still an on-coming train. Medical school is hell. I realize it is nothing but hard work and suffering. Nothing would make me happier than to go into a field that makes a direct difference in people's lives.

    TLDR: Medical school :D -> rejection D: -> depression D: -> epiphany :/ -> hard work :( -> a brighter future perhaps :).

    This isn't a general formula or anything. I just haven't been able to talk to anyone about any of this. I feel that emptying out my feelings into the void of the internet might be kind of therapeutic. I never thought I'd share any of my deepest feelings on the internet, let alone reddit. Here, I feel comfortable to do so.

    Plant the seed. Keep on watering. As long as the soil you choose to plant isn't salted, you will reap the rewards your past self has sown.

    • Congratulations!!! Yeah, it's a long road ahead, but you've got the in now. You've passed the biggest barrier to entry. After this, it's a marathon, but an exclusive one that you managed to get a spot at. I know you'll be a great doctor, especially because you have humbler beginnings than some and know how it felt to struggle. Humility is a big part of being an empathetic human being and a good doctor. You got this!

      I know it's way too early to say, but what field do you think you'll end up in?

      • I was thinking of psychiatry or internal medicine!

        Mental health is at an all-time low nowadays. I think it is a field I can make a more significant difference in. Speaking of higher ambitions, If i do choose psychiatry, I aim to become a lobbyist for mental health as well.

    • VERY late reply, but thank you the words :)

      I was on a depression phase 10 months ago when this was posted, but unfortunately I'm still stuck on that phase. I don't know when I'll be ready to get back up, but recently I'm starting to see a glimpse of hope--a light at the end of the tunnel.

      I just don't know how I'm gonna fix my big mistake in the past, I really don't. Fuck.

      • I am glad to hear lady hope has finally shown her face to you. I wish you the best of luck.

        Truth is, we are all living life for the first (and hopefully only) time. No one knows what the fuck they are doing. If anyone ever tells you they do, they are either lying, or stupid.

        Seeing hope is the first step toward recovery and growth. Find the motivation, forge it into discipline and routine. I know you'll do great.

        I am really glad you messaged me now. Today has been I think the roughest day of medical school so far, so you really are reminding me to practice what I preach.

    • There is a word that I love to use. Antifragility is when you grow stronger after a failure, and you are a perfect example of that. I love you for it.

      • I just read into it. Interesting. I thought resilience or robustness covered that, but it is an entirely unique term.

        I'm honored you think so highly of me! In truth, I am a pretty fragile human being. My feelings are easily hurt, etc. (though I know this is different than you mean) I am working on being a little more thick skinned and such.

  • I failed a professional certification. I learned from my mistakes, took it again a year later, and passed.

  • I had a six-month-long marriage. My ex-wife was not a nice person and everyone else could see it almost immediately, but I was swept away by how determined to be with me she was. It felt so good to have a woman who was attractive, successful, and very, very interested in me. Too good to be true, as it turned out. I'm not sure exactly what was wrong with her - something like borderline personality disorder? Once I committed to her, she became very jealous and would go from sweet to angry frequently and with no provocation. Although she only ever yelled at me, I was scared of her.

    I've made mistakes in my life that were good for me because they were learning experiences. My marriage wasn't one of them - I wish that it had never happened. However, I did still learn from it:

    1. Don't look down so much on people who make obvious, foolish mistakes. You might end up as one of them. I didn't think I was the kind of person who would ever get divorced but here I am...
    2. Admitting that you made a big mistake feels terrible, but the real problem is the big mistake, not the admission of it. I was a fool to be married for just six months, but I would have been a bigger fool if I stayed in that marriage longer than that. I'm still ashamed that I married my ex, but I'm proud that I had the courage to leave.
    3. Time does heal wounds. All my hopes and dreams about the future with her were garbage, my judgement was no better than that of a daytime talk-show guest, and my humiliation was known to every single person who was important to me, since they were all at my wedding. Then years passed, and while I still haven't spoken to some more distant relatives simply because I don't want to explain that I'm not with my ex-wife any more, I have in fact moved on with my life.
  • Had a good wallowing, thinking my life was over. Then slept on it. But yeah - just a refusal to let whatever it was be the end. And to continue not for others but for myself.

  • College is 4 years and then you live your life for the next 40+. So what if you don't pass every class.

    Blow stuff up learn something from it even if it's just that you didn't like or find something interesting and move on to the next thing.

  • My life is a string of failures. I won’t lie I’m probably not a person you want to end up like.

    The way I keep going now is by realizing that the thing I’m running from isn’t a sense of failure, or a bad self image. The things I’m running from are literal hunger, literal pain, literal cold. As in, I’ve been homeless before, and I’m fortunate enough to have come through that intact, but it put a fear into me that drives me.

    The reason I keep trying is because I’ve seen how fast it gets worse when I stop trying. Like, at my age things fall apart fucking fast if I start letting the depression win.

    I’m now at the point where I know the steps I need to take to keep depression away. And I’m considering depression to be like “A state of no motivation”.

    I’m starting to get a little stable, which is making space to see new larger meanings, larger than just keeping myself alive and out of pain.

    Now I’m starting to see the other people around me trapped in the hopelessness. So I’ve decided I’m going to start being that one person who makes new social connections. Who reaches out and takes the initiative. Because others have done that for me.

    So, staying alive gives me the motivation to get up and push hard. But not always consistently. Now, I’m starting to run into limitations in my social skills. I’m rough, and caustic. I cuss a lot.

    Now the whole game is learning to keep a tight operation. I can afford to fall off many different wagons, while I’m surviving, and still survive. I’m actually pretty hardy, and I can survive a lot of the effects of my fuckups in life.

    But what can’t survive those intermittent collapses — those junk food and weed binges — is my role in the community. I want to be there for people who need someone, and if I’m inconsistent then I can’t do that.

    So that’s the meaning pulling me up from fighter into … shopkeeper? Priest? I don’t know. Someone with a consistent schedule, whom you know where to find, who’s got the energy and time to give you some attention when you badly need it.

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