Lost.

Confused.

Torn.

That was me as I shuffled through the long, unending corridors of the hospital. I did not like how my residency was turning out. The things that were happening. The things that were being said. I did not like any of that. I had not signed up for any of that. All I wanted was to complete my residency in peace and freaking go on my way to save lives, to whatever depths my passion would take. That was all I wanted. Ever! Why was life being such a mess?

And the shame?

That hit ...