The Girl Behind the Coat: Becoming My Own Rescue
You won’t find my name here. Just my story. This isn’t Grey’s Anatomy . There’s no dramatic background music. Just caffeine, imposter syndrome, and anatomy flashcards that sometimes double as tissues. I don’t wear a white coat yet — but I’ve cried over one, fallen asleep on one, and dreamt of earning it. But this blog isn’t just about med school. It’s about what happens inside , when the textbooks close and silence sets in. After summer break, everything always feels different. People change. Support systems dissolve. And you’re left reintroducing yourself to a life that never waited for you. I walked into college again, feeling lonelier than ever. Everyone seemed to have someone — parents who understood, mentors to lean on, friends who checked in. I didn’t. I never really did. At some point, I told myself: “You don’t get to fail.” I don’t even know where I learned that — maybe from the way people looked at me like I had something to prove. But I failed anyway. Not in marks, but ...