End of Third Year Reflection

The final 6 weeks of third year shattered me. Not in a bad way—more like a mirror breaking, each piece showing a different truth about who I am and who I’m becoming.

I thought I was settled on Neurology. I wrote the words and I meant them… Then OB/GYN cracked something open I didn’t even know was waiting.

To witness life enter this world—one soul, through another—while holding space for both? It felt holy. As a mother, I’ve been the door. But as a future physician, I sat beside the door. And something primordial within me stirred.

Women’s health pulled me with a gravity I couldn’t reason away. Especially in this political climate, it feels like purpose—like protest.

And yet… I’m still in love with the brain. With mental health. Psychedelic medicine. OMM. Breastfeeding medicine. Pelvic floor health.

I didn’t lose myself—I just found more of me.

So I’m re-opening the question:

What path lets me be whole?

Maybe it’s Family Medicine with OB. Maybe it’s something I haven’t yet imagined.

All I know is: it needs to be integrative, expansive, and true.

I am grateful for the space this research year will give me—to listen inward, to mother, to study, to become.

I don’t fully know my destination quite yet, but I know I’m far from lost. I will continue to follow the breadcrumbs of my experiences until I fully come home to myself.