I haven't been in a good place mentally for about three weeks now.
I'm starting to hate how this course is taking everything from me, and there's next to nothing I can do about it. I broke down yesterday. I was telling a colleague how much I needed to go home and see my family, and I didn't know when I started crying. I didn't realize how down I was until then.
I honestly need out. My mental health is spiraling. I would love to go home for eid, but my family is concerned about the stress I'd suffer since I would only spend three days at home and then have to resume immediately because I have a series of tests the coming days after the eid. I really don't mind failing those tests if it means I get the chance to be at home.
Being home is the only thing that can help me right now. I'm so tired. I'm so drained of energy, and the fire in me is about to vanish.
Hopefully, this too shall pass.
I've been saying 'hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakeel' over and over.
P. S. The distance between my uni and home is about 865km. 😭
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MY MEDICAL SCHOOL JOURNEY
Non-FictionI'm Rosheeda (AKA Rosha). This book is all about my medical school life in Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto, Nigeria. Read if you're interested 😉
