Dear R,
I don't play chess. I have entered a chessboard unknowingly. I have to observe how the other people play the game and figure out the rules silently. There are many unspoken rules. This dance is too complicated. People smile with a smooth 'how are you' after stabbing your back, was it to make themselves feel better? Every day we do our best at work until there is little energy left for our life. I can't keep up with this game or dance. I just want to see my patients, think about my plans and see if they get better. And that is all. I thought that is all that med school taught me. But I am out of sync. When I thought I am getting better at my work, when what I give is always my best effort, I not only do not fit in, but I fit in awkwardly and wrongly they said. I just want to see my patients, and be a doctor.
Dear diary,
那个地方,那些环境和人际关系,那些突然就被拷问和质疑和责备的很多moment,我还是非常不喜欢。让我非常想念之前我到过的地方,遇见过的人。那些地方和人,辜负了原本尽管焦虑着eating disorders and CYMHS却还是抱着满腔热情要学习的我。我已经正在detach自己。工作的生活,好像是假的生活,我只是个演员。还有3个月。希望可以平安过去,然后希望下一站会更好更好。




