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Losing
The nose pad on my glasses, 15k, and the best man I ever knew. Didn’t see him daily but life feels significantly less adequate. While others are celebrating weddings and work success I’m grieving family. This is not a lament because life is also death. Being with family helped but was it a mere distraction? Because walking feels much heavier today. Losing doesn’t mean gaining something new soon- I have to keep reminding myself, for it’s a coping mechanism that something/someone as wonderful as him would be around again. I am weak and increasingly so. But here’s to living well for the ones I have loved but lost.
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Finding life increasingly hard
Dealing with work and workplace performance.
Old age ailments sucks.
The struggles of holding space for myself to feel, and balancing the overwhelming happiness I have for my friends.
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Residency pros: structure, ?friends, hospital, opportunities, work hard
GDFM pros: paid alr, work life balance, money
Residency cons: work life balance, people
GDFM cons: insecurity, sian, lowish pay in future
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I keep reminding myself to standup for myself.
There’s so much unfairness in this world. Mine is all but a trickle in a sea of human mistakes/deceit.
The delicate “art” of controlling the urge to say thank you or sorry, the way you craft your words to never admit wrong or right. Manipulation of the truth at the very best, in all aspects of life.
Hope that I continue to hold kindness, persistence and a steady backbone braced by the knowledge of right and wrong.
Understanding the things I can change and things I cannot. For instance: I can choose my response to the stressful situation of fighting for a response. I can choose to be persistence and find a solution to my predicament. I can control my words but not the way people perceive me.
Unfortunately, the option of being a keyboard warrior is not for me, aside from my little corner in tumblr. Amidst a sea of outspoken males, confident well spoken women, there’s me- a persistent, child of God that has no riches in this world but hopefully more in heaven.
How this world threatens to mould me is frightening, but also the way it builds me to be all the more God fearing.
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Work sucks, every kind of work I guess. Depressed in clinic depressed in hospital. Daily depress. Wish I was a stay at home daughter/wife/mother. But I’m a girl with reasonable ability, so I got to stop moping around/ complaining.
Cant wait for my BFFs to get married this weekend, that will not be depress.
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I wish you happiness and all that. All whilst I’m trying to believe in mine.
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This is me, despite feeling a daily sad. Those carefree days feel so far away.
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An absolutely horrible month
Filled with a screaming 99 year old, a berserk loving daughter, multiple episodes of omg I regret saying ___. For being too much, then too little. Too quiet, then too in your face. For being too myself, then for being too keen. For being too harsh then for not standing up for myself. For being too truthful then for being too self seeking. The balance of all these things are so hard to get right. People I loved and respected letting me down- not inviting me to their wedding, not supporting my dream if it didn’t choose their institution. My heart absolutely aches for her (me). Work was scrambling my sleep, not for how tiring it was but how life was just generally so tiresome. Amidst all the noise I just could not hear the voice of the one who Loved me all these years. I was just going on on empty. Where is God amidst all this, where is his voice telling me the reason for all this strife. Where was his reasoning voice and joyful presence.
Why did he have to be that voice that told me to apologise to a berserk lady. Why was he that voice that told me to keep smiling like I was positively mad and painfully weak and helpless. Why did he have to be that voice pointing out the fact that if I don’t have Christ I am nothing, and my worth fades into the lies of the world. He has crossed from heaven to earth but why is there no place I can go to seek his presence. Why did his mouthpieces all seem so aberrant to me. Why is he not my peace and my stronghold, my ever present rock. Yet, he does not give me more than I can bear.
I’ve lost. (This month) and so many other months before. Remind me of Your love.
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I wish you would know it got harder, or has it always been this hard?
To wait on the Lord on the things you want most, only for them not to come for the longest time.
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Will she be worth it
So many rounds of consideration and contemplation. Rounds and rounds of "I cant do this, I'd rather do paeds, I'm gonna do GM, I prefer singhealth, I need the proximity, I need the opportunities, people suck, they're so judgemental. " All boils down to this application, I pray that if this is for me- I will have it in the palm of my hands, but if not, let it be so far from me that I would look back thinking " what was I even thinking?!". I had some peace when I realised Karis was not just an empty anxious brain, that she held on to Christ more tightly than I had ever known. I pray that I will be lead, I will be held, my hands and feet may falter but my heart knows the reason for the slogging and striving, that I may seek His heart, that I would have my battles fought for me, that I will be lead in His ways despite my worldly plans. That I would one day stop harping on the "the only things I really want in life I cannot have". That I would count my gains for losses, that I will become better, and ultimately I would know at the very end, that my life is not my own, my decisions do not make or break me, that I am clay and Christ is the potter.
So, should you ask me "why IM?" I would say "I enjoy the contemplating, the reasoning, the thinking. I enjoy knowing, helping, and chatting". My weakness is that I cannot yet see my end goal in this, I'm still generally confused, I dont know what subspec I am interested in and I'm quite fearful. Some people like me and some dont. But I'm very resilient, the best I know. For the people I try to cover all bases, I make sure youre safe. I will go miles for you, I will get you that scan (within reasonable limits). I fear mistakes leading to harm, but I am sometimes too compliant with the ideas of others. Dont ask me why NUH, because I cant quite give an answer, apart from I am always here, I live quite near. Why not fam med please see the above. Anyways, human deciders apart, God I pray that if you guide me through, I will go miles with you, if its not your presence that goes with me, I do not want this. If you show me the way, I'll make the drastic U turn, I will move continents for You. Just like all the years before, take this broken heart, take these tainted hands, hold me in Your love and make this heart whole again. Theres nothing about this that I really want, but another milestone in my life (that again is an easy surrender), the struggle comes along the way. LOL
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