When I talked to my dad about my resignation, it was difficult to bear the disappointment in his voice when he said: “So, what, you’re officially unemployed now are you?” He didn’t say it at all cruelly – it was just the statement of the awful truth that hurt. It was qpainfully real. I hit …
Dear Me, This year, for the first time in perhaps your whole life, you have opened your eyes to who you really are. Your history of anxiety, self-loathing and doubt have left you feeling scared in the face of this discovery. “Is it too late to change?” you say. “I should have done things differently.” …
It’s been two weeks since I stopped working. Two weeks sober. What a fortnight I have had… When I woke up the next day at 8am instead of 6am and had nowhere to be, it felt delicious. The hours of the day stretched out before me, with waves of potential, and to be honest, all …
On Tuesday 1st December 2015, we all thought it was the last day. Every four months, foundation doctors rotate round into their next specialty, meaning a new team, new patients, new rules and sometimes even a new hospital or town. Tuesday was to be that day, but then the unprecedented industrial action was called over …