The Prodigal Blogger

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Oh, that infamous little sentence that we've all at least thought. Most of us react to middle school glasses or a haircut from a decade ago in this way, but in the world of novelty technology, I wonder why I ever left the simplistic life of blogs for myspace.

As I read through a few of my entries, I realize that I probably left because I was angry and depressed, and writing about it wasn't helping. Try as I might, I just wasn't shaking off the mental and emotional beating of medical school. So, I turned to silliness, superfiscial networking, and humor, which along with altruism, sublimation, suppression, and anticipation, are actually considered 'mature' defense mechanisms by my psychiatric collegues. My original tendency for intellectualization of my struggle, along with denial, passive agression, projection, and acting out, are 'immature or neurotic' defense mechanisms. And, believe me and the few people I let in on the suffering, I was NEUROTIC.

I've come a long way. I feel that I have matured immensely over the past year. I've had professional successes and failures. I've mournfully lost some friends and am elated to have made new ones. And, I'm back to tell about it.