No one tells you how draining it is to walk into college every day pretending you’re okay. First year was a nightmare. Seniors who thought ragging made them cool. Batchmates who wanted to outscore you more than befriend you. Nights when I’d cry quietly because I didn’t want my parents to worry.
There were moments I thought of quitting I’d literally stare at the ceiling and wonder what I was even doing. But slowly, I learnt to find little joys- a cup of tea after a long posting, a kind word from a professor, a junior who reminded me of myself.
MBBS breaks you, builds you, then breaks you again. But somehow, you get through it. One day at a time.
