10/05/2026
I dedicated over a third of my life to a broken system.
One that trained me to look outside for answers.
Treat symptoms. Diagnose. Write prescriptions. And never gave me the time or space to make a real difference.
To survive as a doctor you learn to dissociate from your own physical and emotional state. You have to. The role demands it.
For a long time it didn't feel like a problem because it felt normal.
It showed up as emotions I couldn't deal with. An inability to rest even when I was exhausted. Tension in my body that I'd stopped noticing because it had always been there. All of it the result of a nervous system that had learned to run on high alert as its baseline.
The shift came from working at the level of the body. From understanding what my actual needs were and committing to meeting them.
I had to relearn an entirely new way of operating.
Many things helped. But the core came from daily breathwork and meditation, using lunch breaks for yoga nidra, and training myself to stay present and connected to my body throughout the day.
Week by week something shifted. Joy started returning. Creativity came back. My sense of what was possible expanded beyond anything I'd previously allowed myself to imagine.
So I left. To do something where I can make a real difference. Supporting others to heal at the root and experience the same transformation I found.
I haven't lost contact with the reasons I started medicine with, to make a positive difference and serve and support others in the best way I could.
I just found a better way.
I can't imagine a better use of this life.