It's Your Story

For as long as I can remember, my story was written by others.

Ever since I was a kid, the dream was to be a doctor. Just like my mom. And my dad. And my older brother who is in medical school.

There wasn’t anything else.

So, I went off to college and majored in biology with plans to enter medical school. But I realized it’s tough to strive for something you don’t even want.

Around finals week in my third year, my world came crashing down. I was stressed out, overwhelmed, anxious, depressed, and suicidal.

After a semester of trying to balance school, relationships, extracurriculars, a job, volunteer hours, job-shadowing, and preparation for the MCAT, I didn’t have anything left to give. I withdrew from my classes, packed up my things, and went home.

The whole world weighed on me. I had let down my friends, my family, and everyone who expected me to become a doctor. Whatever was on the next page of my life, I didn’t have a clue. Somehow, the struggle I had my junior year was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

During the ensuing months, I reached out to get the help I needed. A group of nurse practitioners came into my life — only providence could have brought them — and helped me get back on my feet.

They encouraged me and gave me the help I so desperately needed. Reaching out for this support marked the first time I began to write my own story, untainted by my parents’ wishes or anyone else’s expectations.

Because of their compassion, empathy, and encouragement, those nurses showed me I, too, have those traits.

And one day I want to be just like them, healing people both physically and emotionally. But most of all, I want to help others realize their story is in their hands.

And I think mine just began.

Regardless of what others expect, only you can write the best version. That’s what I’m doing.

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