It has been a while. And since I am procrastinating for the upcoming exam and I have relatively some time to do so, and I just feel like writing again, here goes whatever is crossing my mind. A year ago around this time, I wrote a blog entry for my 3rd month of 1st year MROD-ship: (see: Putting things in perspective ) A few days after writing that blog entry, I went into what I can say was the lowest point in my first year residency - it was April 2, 2016, when I decided to suddenly stop answering calls, hid myself on a stairwell and cried my eyes out. That time when I called my parents, my boyfriend and a dear friend telling them over and over that I wanted to quit and that I was ready to quit. That was the day all the duty seniors tried to do an intervention and although I know that they mean everything good, I cannot afford to listen. I was hearing all their words of encouragement but the overwhelming fatigue and frustration on the system that was just too much that I just ...