in true reflection, we embrace our existence.

i miss the therapeutic outlet of writing. i've been clammed up, probably from working so hard that the last thing i want to do is sit down and think through everything that's happened in the whirlwind of the last 5 months. also, with HIPAA rules i absolutely have to be very judicious about what i even process through about work on the public channels.

it's hard. which puts the onus on me to really take the time to debrief in-person on challenging or emotionally rending patient situations with my co-residents and faculty, so that it doesn't become a big ball of darkness and fury that continues to consolidate over my residency, leaving me drained and burned out. i refuse to lose my personhood! i will fight the tendency to minimize my feelings and experiences in an effort to be stoic and advance forward.