Writing Your Own Story

I’ve had a lot of trouble with depression lately, and throughout most of my life really. Life has seemed really pointless and blank and somewhere between sad and rage-provoking. I had a really good day yesterday, though, and it’s continued on through today. Feeling good, feeling fulfilled, for me is taking care of other people. It’s a hard road to become a doctor — a hard road for life even, to put the motion into your days and moments to make life a road in the first place. But in those moments when I get to experience caring about someone else, I know why life deserves to have motion, why it’s worth it to get out of bed and make my own narrative.