Doctors are busy, and my own schedule’s tight, barely leaving space to tend to myself the way I wish I could.
Days blur in a routine that’s become too familiar: I wake early, the alarm slicing through my half-sleep, get ready for work at the clinic where I’m a nurse assistant, run errands, and barely have time for a proper meal.
My job is demanding, with endless responsibilities but little recognition.
The pressure comes quietly—managing patient schedules, covering last-minute shifts, juggling the expectations of doctors and administrators, all while trying to keep up appearances when inside I feel drained.
At the clinic, the power imbalance is sharp.
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