I thought success was a destination. Then I became a doctor.
When I began the journey to becoming a doctor, I believed success was a destination—a finish line I’d reach if I just worked hard enough, studied long enough, and sacrificed deeply enough.
And I did all those things.
I pushed through sleepless nights in college. Carried the weight of relentless pressure in medical school. Survived the grind of residency, where time lost all meaning. I lived with my eyes fixed on the …





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