To understand my post-Residency depression is to understand that when I'm at Drexel I am a Doctoral student in a cohort of executives and leaders, wealthy and successful individuals of all stripes trying (trying!) to engage with them on topics with which I have no practical experience and somehow pulling it off.
Then I come home and I'm Homeless Jones with a pile of job rejections and ghosted follow ups. And one month on my lease. And not a soul in the world who cares or will notice if I fail. That will just be that.
Then you're supposed to keep going.
~ JR