House of God

During these crazy last three years, I learnt A LOT of things. Went from being totally absolutely socially unacceptable (to put it mildly enough) to someone people enjoy talking to. There's no catch.

First of all, I learnt that any skill can be refined with practice.

Second, I learnt to stop worrying like the devil is out there for my soul.*

Third, I learned that I must believe in myself even if nobody does.


I am going to try for med school. It's something I always wanted to do but my environment and my psychiatric conditions never quite allowed me to stand from the rest of the crowd. However, that does not mean anyone can stop me from entering med school if I follow the law of my country, get the qualifying score and apply to the school I shall get selected in.

Literally, nobody.


Disability, condition, DOES NOT MATTER. All that matters is enthusiasm, sufficient smarts, skills set, and the will to heal people.

Thank you, all the wonderful people here. It may be not obvious from my previous posts, but reading your accounts here has made me humanistic even further. It has motivated me to be a doctor.

*And I am not afraid of the devil anymore. Because I am a protector of the House of God.

You could become a compassionate doctor because of your own experience. Wish you well.