Excuse me if this turns into a rambling mess, but I just can't anymore.
So I'm in fellowship. For this program I moved across the country away from all my family and friends. To say the least, it's been rough. I'm in a major metropolitan area where people just aren't friendly and I've had hardly any luck making friends (exacerbated by the time demands of this program, not leaving much time for socializing). I don't like the environment here and honestly just want to go home. But for various reasons that's not an option, so I'm left hearing about all the events I'm missing out on several times per week while I sit staring at the wall of my tiny-ass apartment.
I'm definitely clinically depressed. The physical effects of all of this have been terrible--body aches, insomnia (cannot medicate most nights thanks to being on call), fatigue, hair loss, weight loss (20-25 lbs at present), etc. I went to a program through GME (this started as classic burnout and spiraled from there) and am seeing a psychologist, but the jury is out on how helpful that will be.
The pace of my work has been insane lately, to the point that I pulled an all-nighter to get some data collection done last week and have been averaging 2-3 hours of sleep per night. I had to do work-related things all this past weekend (when I wasn't on call), but by last Sunday I just needed a break and took a few hours to see a show. I posted something about it on social media, honestly mostly to make myself feel like I don't hate my life as much as I do (pathetic, I know). Well today I get chastised by my faculty for posting that I was doing something during business hours. On a Sunday. When I wasn't on call.
This all brings me to the question whether this is really it? I've worked my butt off for now 13+ years since high school, always telling myself that it would pay off in the end. But it really doesn't seem like it. The pace just gets busier and busier with worsening pressure each step of the way. Is this really what I've put so much time and effort into the entire medical training process for? I'm in no way fulfilled and absolutely wish I had never chosen this profession. But now I have no other marketable skills to fall back on. If this is all that life will be for the next 30+ years, it just doesn't seem worth it.
Looking for some insight, I suppose, because I'm just about done with all of this. Thanks for your input.
So I'm in fellowship. For this program I moved across the country away from all my family and friends. To say the least, it's been rough. I'm in a major metropolitan area where people just aren't friendly and I've had hardly any luck making friends (exacerbated by the time demands of this program, not leaving much time for socializing). I don't like the environment here and honestly just want to go home. But for various reasons that's not an option, so I'm left hearing about all the events I'm missing out on several times per week while I sit staring at the wall of my tiny-ass apartment.
I'm definitely clinically depressed. The physical effects of all of this have been terrible--body aches, insomnia (cannot medicate most nights thanks to being on call), fatigue, hair loss, weight loss (20-25 lbs at present), etc. I went to a program through GME (this started as classic burnout and spiraled from there) and am seeing a psychologist, but the jury is out on how helpful that will be.
The pace of my work has been insane lately, to the point that I pulled an all-nighter to get some data collection done last week and have been averaging 2-3 hours of sleep per night. I had to do work-related things all this past weekend (when I wasn't on call), but by last Sunday I just needed a break and took a few hours to see a show. I posted something about it on social media, honestly mostly to make myself feel like I don't hate my life as much as I do (pathetic, I know). Well today I get chastised by my faculty for posting that I was doing something during business hours. On a Sunday. When I wasn't on call.
This all brings me to the question whether this is really it? I've worked my butt off for now 13+ years since high school, always telling myself that it would pay off in the end. But it really doesn't seem like it. The pace just gets busier and busier with worsening pressure each step of the way. Is this really what I've put so much time and effort into the entire medical training process for? I'm in no way fulfilled and absolutely wish I had never chosen this profession. But now I have no other marketable skills to fall back on. If this is all that life will be for the next 30+ years, it just doesn't seem worth it.
Looking for some insight, I suppose, because I'm just about done with all of this. Thanks for your input.