The anticipation of the meeting gnaws at me as I prepare for another day.
Each morning feels like the calm before a storm.
The clove steam, rising in delicate tendrils, is my only anchor in the chaos.
As I step into the clinic, the familiar sounds and sights envelop me.
Colleagues move with practiced efficiency, each burdened by their own struggles.
There’s a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges we face.
Yet, the power dynamics remain unchanged.
My voice, small and often overlooked, is just one among many.
But today, I’ve resolved to make it heard.
It’s a small act of defiance, a way to reclaim some control.
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