This is not the end, even though I wanted it to be. Match 2022 thoughts.

I scrolled through Twitter and Instagram with the cheesiest smile as I watched a ton of HBCU med grads from my HBCU celebrate their acceptances into residency programs. All the hours and years of hard work paid off and I beamed with vicarious pride. However, that pride was quickly overshadowed by self-pity. I couldn’t do the match this year, or last year or graduate when I wanted to due to my strokes. I felt left behind. I felt like a failure. I felt like giving up. I felt less than. The feeling of wanting it all to end swam in my…