A lot of people have doubts in medical school about whether or not they made the right choice in choosing medicine as a career. Many of my friends have had such doubts in the past few years. I’ve been lucky, though. Never once have I doubted my decision to be a doctor.
I never thought it would happen to me. I’m not even sure the reason, but lately I’ve been thinking more and more that I’m not cut out to be a doctor. And it’s a really scary feeling. I’ve always been so sure and so motivated. Of course I wanted to be a doctor. There was nothing else in the world I was meant to do.
Maybe it’s because of the long hours. Maybe it’s because I haven’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in months. Maybe it’s because I’m in a rotation with a preceptor who hates my guts. Whatever the reason, I’m having doubts.
I can only hope that they’re just temporary – that I don’t lose sight of the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope I can find enough strength somewhere inside me to keep going, even when I forget what brought me here in the first place.