early morning awakening
I’m not quite certain what compelled me to get out of bed at 4:45 a.m. I didn’t even set my alarm. Supposedly, early morning awakening is one of the cardinal signs of depression. Meaning I still haven’t beat this disease.
After particularly grueling rotations, I find myself sinking into this weird pit of despair. I don’t know if it’s just all the barely repressed emotions finally coming home to roost. All the death and the frustration and the fear hitting me weeks late. During the times that I’ve had to actually perform, I guess I try to be as robot-like as possible. Which is, granted, not a healthy thing to do, but neither is staying up for 30 hours in a row every four nights (not to mention all the crap food that I’ve been eating.) No one said that residency was going to be healthy.
I just don’t know what to say, or where to go on from here. For the past twelve years, my life has been all about transience. The life I lead now has no real anchoring in reality. From college, to professional school, to postgraduate training, it’s all been in preparation for “real life,” which is, in all honesty, something that I’ve been trying hard not to face.
Reality. Who needs it?
But. I guess everything changes. The life I lead now is destined to end, and a new phase scheduled to begin. Such is life.
The surest thing about luck is that it will change.
And, better lucky than good.
I kind of wish I could go back to sleep, but I’m all riled up for no good reason. I suppose I could actually take care of some chores, but who really wants to do that at 5:30 a.m.?
Bah.