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But now, as I struggle through the everyday life of intern year, I find myself longing for a creative outlet that enables me to feel in control. That reminds me of my passion for life, especially a life outside the hospital! That acts as a sounding board for my daily struggles. And that serves as a connection to a great community.
So to that end, I’m alive. I survived. Four years down, four years left to go.