Some patient encounters stay with you long after they end. They creep into your thoughts when you least expect it, surfacing years later with a familiar pang of regret.

I had one of those moments as a resident. I was a newly minted senior, still adjusting to the relentless pace of seeing 10 to 12 p...

There’s so much we don’t say out loud.

Not because it’s not true.

Not because it doesn’t matter.

But because somewhere along the way, we were taught that strength looks like silence and that if we’re struggling, it must mean we’re doing something wrong, or maybe we just forgot in the brain fog of...

Cost of Prioritizing Everyone Else…and My Wake-Up Call

As a physician, I dedicated so much of my life to the noble pursuit of healing others. Yet, the journey through medical school, residency, and clinical practice demanded that I silence my own needs and passions. The long hours and rigorous trai...

“I can’t do this anymore.” It was a thought that had been lingering in the back of my mind for months, slowly creeping into every part of my day. It would quiet itself for a while, then resurface again with a vengeance. As a family physician and faculty, I had spent years dedicating myself to high-q...