An insufficiency of enoughness: a doctor’s reflections on anxiety
My college graduation was approaching, and I was slated to start medical school in the fall. I was happy. You could find me with an impossible smile, singing along with the windows down to my favorite song — Beat of the Music by Brett Eldredge — as I made my way through menial errands. Everything felt like sunshine.
Before I knew it, the metaphorical firehose of medical school was underway. I …
An insufficiency of enoughness: a doctor’s reflections on anxiety
