Here’s where I try to make sense of the chaos. This space is my unfiltered log of surviving final-year med school while trying not to lose the part of me that needs to create things. It’s about the constant tug-of-war between medicine and art, the daily negotiations with a brain that runs on twenty open tabs, and the messy, often ridiculous, process of figuring it all out. Expect rambling thoughts on self-improvement, ADHD, and why sometimes the only right answer is a fried chicken thigh at midnight. It’s not a guide; it’s just a record of the mess.