Thank you all. I am trying to make the best out of this situation. I just hope I get accepted, move into a hostel and everything will be alright from then. It'll be a life-changing day, the day I get accepted in med school. I think I can safely ignore my psychiatrist if I want to have a meaning in my life. I still wonder why he just sat and watch while year after year my cognition was being destroyed.


I may be never able to be a normal young adult, but as long as I get my job done in the manner the patient needs, I think it far outweighs what it could have been. Never would get to ride a Royal Enfield and attend parties, sure. But at least I'd still wear a white coat and make a living out of helping people, and in the process enjoy it. What more can I ask for?


Please send your wishes to me. I need it more than ever.