Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choice.
I love what I do but…
It’s also what’s killing me.
I can’t image doing anything else.
It’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since a little girl.
Caring for animals is all I know, it’s my passion, it’s my dream.
But at the same time, when did it become this?
To me, on most days, being a veterinarian means…
Giving myself a pep talk, telling myself I can do this,
I am smart, I know this, and I can do it.
While at the same time feeling like I’m constantly giving it everything I have,
and yet it’s not enough.
It’s never enough.
How much more do I have to give?
How much more can I give?
Do what you love they say.
But what happens when what you love is what’s killing you?