If you’re battling chronic stress, chances are there’s a limiting belief or two fueling your burnout. Mine had to do with having dark skin.
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When people ask me “How was your 2020?” I don’t know how much to tell them. I know they’re referring to the pandemic – but for me, my hell started one month before lockdown.
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I loved India. I loved my relatives, the markets, the mosquitoes, the dirt. I did not realize I had grown so attached until it was time to leave. I was not ready to let go of my new world.
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I never speak to others the way I speak to myself. You are not fast enough. You are not outgoing enough. You are not fair-skinned enough. But as I sit with myself in this time of social distancing, I realize that I am all I have – and I owe myself more love, kindness, and care.
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I hated medical school. I did not fit in, so much so that I considered dropping out. Maybe I am not meant to be a doctor, I often thought. But a part of me knew that was not true, because I understood something most of my peers did not: patients want doctors who care about them, not just for them.
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“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” Hippocrates’ quote took on new meaning for me after my mother passed away. From that loss, I discovered the healing power of food. I was able to nourish both my body and my soul.
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