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I have been reading some really inspiring stories from fellow nontrads who choose a path to medicine at an older age, and a very common theme that I come across time and time again is one of making that leap from a place/profession/lifestyle in which that person was a great success. All the credit in the world goes to those of you who have made such a courageous choice after having made a name for yourself in another arena. That said, I'd like to know if there are any nontrads out there who have made it, or are working on making it, through medical school who have arrived there from a relatively mediocre career or maybe a troubled life? I don't know if that scenario is actually a rarity, or if it's just that people would rather keep it to themselves to maintain an appearance of exceptionalism in what is such a competitive environment.
I thought I would share my story in an attempt to open a discussion and to lend some support to those of you who are thinking about taking your first real shot at something exceptional. Myself, I am 33 years old and currently working on my BS in neuroscience with the plan of attending med school after. Prior to my college re-entry three years ago, I had been steadily climbing my way out of a life wrought by severe depression and academic failure. My issues were rooted deep into my adolescence where I was basically left to my own devices after a badly timed divorce. Despite the fact that I possessed a potential to do great things, having no real guidance or a significant role model throughout my teenage years eventually lead to a long track record of abandonment issues, codependency, and insecurity. There were a couple of failed attempts at college after high school and in my early twenties where I started off strong but eventually withdrew. I was always ambitious with my academic goals, but my interests were so torn by a wide range of subjects that I was left paralysed by an intense fear of making the wrong decision.
When I withdrew from school, it marked the end of a series of debilitating and humiliating personal failures. I simply hit rock bottom as I thought my chances of doing something important with my life were all but gone. The only thing left to do at that point was to try to salvage some sense of self-worth and move on to something different. For me, that something began with simple day to day things. Get a job. Find a place to live. Pay my bills. Get in shape. Eat healthier. Steadily, I learned how to sustain my work ethic and moved on to more empowering tasks. Make new friends. Take the initiative to pursue leadership roles in the workplace. Travel to new places. Step outside of my comfort zone. Slowly but surely, new milestones and new meaningful levels of personal growth were reached. Mend old relationships. Forgive my parents. Forgive myself.
These seemingly minor events aren't typically the things you see listed on a resume or a med school application. These are, however, some of the life experiences that I value the most as they molded me into the driven, ambitious, and focused person that I am today. I understood wholeheartedly when I decided to go get my formal education and when I chose medicine that I possessed the fortitude and perseverance to maintain an academic life, and more importantly, to thrive in it. It's never too late, my friends.
I thought I would share my story in an attempt to open a discussion and to lend some support to those of you who are thinking about taking your first real shot at something exceptional. Myself, I am 33 years old and currently working on my BS in neuroscience with the plan of attending med school after. Prior to my college re-entry three years ago, I had been steadily climbing my way out of a life wrought by severe depression and academic failure. My issues were rooted deep into my adolescence where I was basically left to my own devices after a badly timed divorce. Despite the fact that I possessed a potential to do great things, having no real guidance or a significant role model throughout my teenage years eventually lead to a long track record of abandonment issues, codependency, and insecurity. There were a couple of failed attempts at college after high school and in my early twenties where I started off strong but eventually withdrew. I was always ambitious with my academic goals, but my interests were so torn by a wide range of subjects that I was left paralysed by an intense fear of making the wrong decision.
When I withdrew from school, it marked the end of a series of debilitating and humiliating personal failures. I simply hit rock bottom as I thought my chances of doing something important with my life were all but gone. The only thing left to do at that point was to try to salvage some sense of self-worth and move on to something different. For me, that something began with simple day to day things. Get a job. Find a place to live. Pay my bills. Get in shape. Eat healthier. Steadily, I learned how to sustain my work ethic and moved on to more empowering tasks. Make new friends. Take the initiative to pursue leadership roles in the workplace. Travel to new places. Step outside of my comfort zone. Slowly but surely, new milestones and new meaningful levels of personal growth were reached. Mend old relationships. Forgive my parents. Forgive myself.
These seemingly minor events aren't typically the things you see listed on a resume or a med school application. These are, however, some of the life experiences that I value the most as they molded me into the driven, ambitious, and focused person that I am today. I understood wholeheartedly when I decided to go get my formal education and when I chose medicine that I possessed the fortitude and perseverance to maintain an academic life, and more importantly, to thrive in it. It's never too late, my friends.
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