Do you ever have those days where you just want to crawl into a ball and hug yourself and hope that everything’s going to be okay? If so, that’s me right now and this could be for a couple of reasons...
Obviously he’s always the first to blame, haha. But honestly, coming to Houston has cast many doubts and trials on our relationship due to our busy schedules. Aside from our daily routines, there’s hardly any time left for each other, which means our primary mode of communication is texting. We’ve made a system of trying to call each other every night, so it actually hasn’t been too bad. I just wonder if he’s everything I’ve ever wanted though. I look at my dad and how detailed he is, how knowledgeable, and how forward-thinking he is. Martin is not really any of those things, yet I love him all the same because he makes me happy in ways that I can’t really explain. I’ve thought about having a counterpart like my dad, and honestly I have a girl friend who is just like my dad, and I realized - HELL NO. Our conversations would be dry, our relationship lacking, and I know that I really wouldn’t be happy. I read an article recently about things you should consider before marriage because I was still doubting, and one of the comments really struck me. The author talked about how a marriage was practically doomed before it even started if you viewed it in a consumer-like way. You can’t compare the pros and cons so easily in a relationship because it’s so much more than that. In the case that you do, you’ll never find anyone who can meet those standards. With all of this being said, no, my boyfriend is not the reason for this unhappiness.
I recently moved to Houston to complete my degree at UT (long story just know that YES, I’m still a student at UT). Coming here, I was so excited about moving to a new city by myself. I would be able to actually live on my own and learn how to embrace my solitude and independence. I didn’t realize, however, that this experience would be a pretty lonely one. I banked on the idea that I would constantly be surrounded by people and so it wouldn’t be hard to meet new people. Looking back, I realize that I was completely wrong, haha. I didn’t account for my program taking up 6-8 hours each day, having to cook each day and prepare meals, sleeping earlier, and omg studying every day. Not only the time, but I wasn’t able to see tons of people in different settings each day either. This program only has 6 of us and we’re ALL girls and 5/6 of us are Viet. So much for diversity LOL. But I learned to enjoy my loneliness and found myself focusing on the tasks at hand with more intention and seriousness. Even though I did eventually find friends to hang out with in Houston, I still haven’t even hung out with all of them because of how busy I am. My life in Austin was so drastic bc I was often in this phase of constantly hanging out with others, even if we weren’t doing much. Living in Houston has taught me about living more intentionally and learning how to spread my time amongst the things I value. SO...it ain’t Houston that’s making me feel like crap.
I started applying for med schools this summer, and by summer, I mean LATE summer. I put it off for so long because I wasn’t sure about pursuing this journey, but after shadowing some PAs, I knew that path wasn’t for me. So off I went, applying to schools and now, I’m STILL working on secondary apps. I’ve done so many essays that I’ve become lost on what I’ve written to specific schools and if I’ve repeated myself or not. But this process is driving me insane and I still haven’t heard back from any of them with a call about an interview and I’m just so sick and tired of it. I’m afraid that I won’t know what to do with my life either if I end up not getting in and it’s a scary thought to consider, especially since I’ve put so much money into this application. It’s been bothering me to the point where I’m reminded every day of how unsuccessful I am. This is the sensation that is making me want to curl up and cry in bed all the time or just sleep all my worries away. It just feels good to let this stuff out somewhere and I know that this is the sole reason for my unhappiness. Also partly, it’s my lack of a relationship with God. I think I’ve been trying to control things for too long now, and this is His time of trying to tell me to let go and let Him handle the rest. I just need to pray and believe and stop worrying.