Finding emotional presence in a dehumanizing system: a physician’s journey
Virtue and self-sacrifice were supposed to be my protection. As a first-generation immigrant, the necessity of hard work had long been ingrained like a birthmark. I never questioned the belief if I overworked and overprepared, I would fulfill my responsibilities, be accepted, and become worthy of happiness. By the time I finished medical training, I had checked off the first two boxes, but worthiness? Fulfillment?
I never considered asking those questions …
