After two years of trying to mould your life so that it satisfies a small panel of administrators, after five years of gruelling assessments, you can, at last, call yourself a doctor—an underpaid, overworked junior doctor, however. What about your friends and families, what about your life outside medicine? For one side to excel, the other must fall.
As a medic you see things that you've never seen before—new life, old death, physical decay, and spiritual resolve. You see things that elevate your mood and others that send it to the darkest abyss. How can you cope?
To survive as a doctor, you have to preserve your ability to think. To think objectively don't you have to cast off your emotions? For the sake of professionalism, yes, you do. But how do you switch from an unfeeling doctor who fakes compassion so well to a normal human who feels it?