You’ve pulled all-nighters.
You’ve sat through endless lectures, unsure if anything made sense.
You’ve stood through rounds, sleep-deprived, nodding like you understood.
You’ve cried quietly after viva.
You’ve questioned your choices more times than you can count.
But still you wake up and show up.
You take one more step.
You open the book again.
You try… again.
Because this isn’t just a degree.
It’s a calling.
It’s a journey made of resilience, not perfection.
Every struggle matters. Every moment counts.
The white coat doesn’t just represent knowledge it carries the weight of every single breakdown you fought through.
So if you’re tired, doubting, or overwhelmed remember:
This is what becoming looks like.
And you’re doing it. One day at a time.