In the midst of my second year of medical school, I was lost. The never-ending days of lectures, studying and memorizing felt devoid of the deep connection between doctor and patient that had called me to medicine and that I was anxious to cultivate as a student. But more terrifying than my disillusionment was the feeling of absolute isolation as everyone but me appeared passionate about medical school. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this way. A couple of decades earlier, as a newly...
