A “rich” life looks different for everyone: lessons from my own near deathbed regrets
During my last inpatient admission one month before medical school graduation, an attending told me, “You talk about yourself like it’s one of your patients.” That’s exactly how it often felt (and still feels) to my brain. “This story is not me … not mine … I’m not sick,” my brain would offer me.
The brain does fascinating things to help us survive. Dissociating from my illness was likely supportive of …