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

into chaos and bring order, into fear and bring some semblance of calm. I tried therapy for a while, sitting across from a kind-eyed woman who told me, gently, that my parents’ choices were not a reflection of my worth.

I half believed her.

I bought my own furniture, my own dishes, my own everything. I hung my degrees on the wall of an apartment whose continue reading …