I still remember exactly where I was when suicide first touched my life. I was in my second year of residency. I was sleeping. It was 2 am two days before Christmas when I received the call from my mom. I can’t explain why, but I knew immediately. This started my journey into wondering why doctors kill themselves.
I told him I needed life insurance. He said sure. He told me I needed disability insurance. I told him no (three times in fact). He asked if I was healthy, and I mentioned a couple of medical problems for which I get treatment. Eventually, though he sold me on the idea of going for it. “What could it hurt to try….” It hurt a lot.
In recent news, FIRE bloggers have been charged with creating a manifesto to describe their background and means for financial independence and early retirement. In Part 1 of the TPP Blogging Manifesto, I plan to lay out exactly what my financial beginnings looked like. Come step inside my head a bit & get to know me.
You think you know yourself, but you probably don’t. I certainly thought I knew Steve until Steve’s mom called. She was concerned he might commit suicide. As a third year med student, my biggest lesson of all came outside the hospital. If you are (or ever were) in medical school, please read: Med Student Suicide.
The flame that is so strongly lit when applying to medical school commonly dwindles into a slow fade of burnout for many attending physicians. The impact is real and so are the consequences. Today we will discuss some of the causes.
How do you have a successful marriage? How did you have kids during residency? Doesn’t your spouse get tired of not seeing you during this rotation? Wasn’t medical school hard? How do you balance your research, clinical work, and having a family of five? The secret I have found to all of these dilemmas is about setting expectations.