Divorced during residency: a story of clarity
Keeping my head down and working through intern year was all I had known. My days blurred into nights, and my weeks into months. The dreary Pacific Northwest winters had only compounded this. Despite a quiet yearning for connection and community, I declined most social invitations. My sense of obligation did not end at the hospital doors. It followed me home, where expectations and emotional responsibilities lingered. I often felt …
Divorced during residency: a story of clarity
