They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

solid.

Clarity.

For five years, I had carried the weight of their belief—or rather, their refusal to believe me—like a stone in my chest. I had wondered, in darker moments, if perhaps they were right about me in some fundamental way I couldn’t see. If their willingness to discard me said something true about my worth.

Standing there, watching light spill continue reading …