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

in the staff bathroom, gripping the edges of the sink, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked enormous, pupils dilated. Dark half-moons hung beneath them like bruises. I pressed my phone to my ear and called my mother again, even knowing what would happen.

Voicemail.

“Okay,” I told my reflection, my voice brittle. “Okay. Just breathe. This is probably continue reading …