I still remember one of the worst days of my early childhood— my first day at a new school, as a third grader, at the end of a semester, and having a hard time remembering how to speak English, after returning from a 3 month trip to India.

As a physician deeply immersed in the world of medicine, I understand all too well the relentless demands our profession places on us. The extended years of education and training, the sacrifices and dedication to patient care, and the unwavering pursuit of excellence can make our lives feel like an endless marathon. 

Most of us became doctors to ‘help people.’ I did. When I was going through my medical training, I was struggling with family issues—my parents were divorcing, I was playing in a rock band, living hand to mouth, and losing a long-term romantic relationship.