The bf, now ex, and I broke up a few weeks ago. A month…. who knows? I’ve lost track of time. I’m deep in mourning. Mourning the loss of one of my biggest sources of support, the castles in the sand he and I built, and of course the major limitations arising from my injury. Continue reading
I look around and can’t believe I am smack dab in the year 2015.
I graduate this year. Next week I will fly back to Mexico, return to campus and kick off the last of 10 semesters of medical school. Come June I will (knock on wood) be dancing the night away in a fancy hall for my graduation party. I will look smashing in some amazing, fabulous formal gown, not a hair out of place, expertly applied war paint (read: make up) and I will celebrate. And then, if I am really lucky, in August I will complete the last the last installment of my Masters in psychotherapy and I can celebrate again. Continue reading
It’s the middle of the night. I haven been postponing studying for my first Cardiology midterm since about two days ago. I’m now down to the wire. I leave for class in less than three hours now. Somewhere in one of the corners of my mind I am worried. The message of impending doom however, has yet to hit me wholly. Continue reading
I read back upon the last post with a bit of disbelief. The story with Alex was left without a conclusion, to be sure. But frankly, I don’t wish to stroll down memory lane. I’m in such a different place right now, I recoil at the thought of falling back in any way shape or form.
I’m currently in the middle of my ninth semester (of ten) of medical school. Incredibly I haven’t really suffered what’s considered to be one of the roughest semesters of the program. I’m different now; I have changed so much so that anytime I take full stock of me, this me, I have to grin in amazement. This a great version of me. Continue reading
On the last day of my three-day weekend. I’ve spent it with Grams. My anxiety is at an all time high. I waver between being happy and moping, though the last 24 hours have been more of the latter. I move as though I were underwater. I’ve no energy, no desire to do a damn thing. Continue reading
The two weeks that followed the message I sent Alex were difficult to say the least. I spent my days alternating between hopeful and feeling hopeless. He did eventually reply to my text, adeptly glossing over the depth of my words.
We saw each other the week after Spring Break. It was a short amount of time, as he was heading to his sister’s birthday party afterward. That afternoon he shared with me some personal things, regarding his family. I listened carefully, aware that the information he shared was not to be taken lightly. Continue reading
Alex and I have continued to see each other. With each passing day the emotions he inspires inside me bubble up stronger and more acutely. This last time around we were lying side by side with my head on his chest, my right arm across it and my hand directly above his heart. Continue reading