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Hello!
Exams done. Results are declares . Had enough parties . Came out of Hangover . What next ?
In medical schools or whichever place of work you are in . The urge to compare is forever. We scream out loud that I am me  , I love the way I am . I am my superhero and what not ! But the end of the day , the same person posts ... My father my hero . My favourite author etc etc . This means somewhere down the line you have somebody you look upto . I know this is a totally different playground , but then plants grow when the soil is fertile and enough water . The same way comparison are human .

Comparisons !
Comparison is the thief of joy ! Assessing any area of our lives with our friends , family, stranger or beloveds life is irrelevant and the main ingredient of greed paneer and unhappiness masala! 
There is always a whisper or a yell in my head, Look what they have ... I must be a worthless piece of nothing .
The whispers are very mean ... I always ask them to go ... I maintain a gratitude list but those whispers get the hint and act at the weakest of the moments . 
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My small inner voice – it’s always there, it changes shape but it really knows where to hurt .
The voice is like a zombie , a loud mouthed vendor , or a ever burpy person.

Way out of it ?
Find a real live voice, in the form of a therapist, who could help me to directly challenge the mean one in my head.

Sometimes the demons temporarily shout louder because you are close to defeating them.
 So far so much 
Promising some fun stuff next time
Your ever chirpy 
Doctor to be -
Wajeeha
 

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