I go by Dana.
Apparently, I’m a twenty-something female. I’m also a
second third fourth year medical student studying first year psychiatry resident in the US. I’m also also, someone with my own experience in mental illness. This is my personal blog, and hopefully, others in the medical field with mental illness will find it to be a means of support.
Why blog? Because I like to write and having mental illness is something the medical community doesn’t normally admit to. I want to share my experiences with the world (even if by “world” I just mean 2-3 readers on a weekly basis).
If you’re into names, then for the sake of background my diagnoses encompass: severe recurrent Major Depressive Disorder (last big episode in 2014), a past history of Borderline Personality Disorder that has turned into traits only, eating disorder problems that I guess can be best categorized as anorexia binge/purge subtype, and some anxiety issues of the social kind now and then. But, save for knowing that what I’m dealing with is not some construct of my hyperactive imagination, I’m not a fan of categories/names. I am not just a diagnosis, I am a person.
And because my mental health issues are just 0.00005% of me, here are a few facts about myself:
- I love dogs.
- I don’t like the smell of newly cut grass or rain.
- I’m a geek. Pretty sure everyone in medicine falls somewhere in the geek spectrum. Even the surgery jocks.
- I don’t like chewing gum.
- I want to be a psychiatrist. Looking to live up to that crazy psychiatrist stereotype. Yes, I use humor as a coping mechanism often.
- Did I say I love dogs?
- Still live with my parents. Unfortunately, there’s no salary in medical school.
- I love windy days.
- Sometimes depression turns me into a blob, but I’m a very spontaneous, quirky person, with excellent timing for humorous comments.
- One of the most cherished hospital anecdotes I have is thanks to an older patient with a terminal illness. She was struggling with depression and started crying halfway through the interview. I held her hand, which is something very out of character for me, but being depressed myself I knew it was the least I could do. And then I found out she was ticklish during the physical exam. I can still remember her face and her laughter…
So, care to join me?
*Trigger warnings are provided in any post I feel might be triggering. But if you find my blog is triggering in general, please don’t read it. Your mental health is more important than some random blog you found google-searching “naked women trying not to pee blogspot” (and yes, I got that in my stats once).
**The images, GIFs, and artwork in this blog are not mine unless I explicitly state so. If you want me to remove an image that is yours, contact me and I’ll have no problem removing it.
***Last, but not least, I am not a doctor, I’m still a medical student, and this is just my personal blog. Take anything I say with a grain of salt, I mean, for all intents and purposes, it could be one of my dogs who’s actually writing this blog.