I was pretty steadfast about my aspirations before med school, but when I got in things changed fast. Anyhow, I'll give you some background info on me....
Prior to my acceptance into med school, I was completely driven and determined that I was going to be a doctor someday. Being a doctor was the only thing that I could imagine being. I worked very hard and overcame many difficult obstacles (these were rooted in my hellish childhood/teenage years, etc...) in order to accomplish my dream. Well, my dream came to fruition and boy was I in for a surprise...🙂
I didn't realize how much I would hate first year. My hatred of first year was due to many things- I was an hour away from my husband, pets, and home (keep in mind that this was the first time in my life that I had a home that I was happy in); my undergraduate method of studying was not working in med school and I was fighting against the reality that I had to devote a lot of time to studying. Throughout most of first semester of first year, I swore that if I failed out, that I would never return. Then, at the end of first semester I freaked out, and told a dean that I would not take the anatomy final because I needed time off to decompress. This happened right before Christmas/Winter break. During the break, I slept, and I did not think about school. I returned back to school for second semester, and I wound up doing very well in my classes.
The point I want to get across is that medical school can suck for some of us, and at times it does require a great deal of sacrifice from us (this does not apply to all, some students truly have no other commitments in life other than their schoolwork). I often have feelings of angst- I often find myself wondering if the sacrifices that I have made and those that I will make will be worth it. I often miss my husband and my pets to no end. I also wonder how difficult motherhood will be for me since I will try to have a child in ~ four years (during residency 😱 - I have to since I am 27 now and my husband is 34). However, even with all of my doubts, I haven't thrown in the towel. For some reason or another I am 'possessed' that I have to be doctor. I came too far in life and fought a hard battle to be where I am, so, I guess I'm destined to continue on my path to being a physician. Additionally, I am very happy with the choice that I have made, even though I still have doubts at times.
So, the 'golden nugget' I'm trying to get across to you in all of my verbiage is that it is quite normal to second-guess your aspirations. I actually think that it is a good thing that you are wondering if your professional aspirations are a good fit for you. It is far worse to figure out later, after you have devoted much time, effort and money, that you detest what you?re doing in life. Also, do yourself a big favor; don't pay attention to your fellow pre-meds. I happen to believe that many of them are not completely honest when it comes to discussing med school issues. The med school admissions process seems to get many students' 'panties up in a bunch'.