Medical school comes in waves, and my muscles ache from swimming.
I usually glide in a routine: wake up at 5, I workout every day, I am on top of lectures and my studies. I am conscious of what I eat, and I find ways to integrate fun and balance. I am bursting with light, energy, happiness, inspiration, and passion.
I don’t recognize myself. I am flailing. I haven’t been to the gym in over a month. I eat anything I can between sleeping or class, I don’t care anymore. I am sleeping more, constantly feeling exhausted. Every drop of motivation has drained out of me, and I’m left staring into the empty bucket wondering where, and when, it will get refilled.