I was raised to believe
my purpose was to be a doctor. At age 3, I was expected to play with a doctor's kit. By age 10, I was attending science camps and reading above my grade. My parents didn't want me to "waste" my intellect on anything else. By age 17, I had been recognized for my service in and around the community by the President. By age 19, I was depressed, struggling, and suicidal. People were talking about me and not about the fact that I was on the pre-med track in college. At age 25, I realize that my career choice wasn't my entire identity.