I entered medicine to learn how to heal. What I found was an apprenticeship in human suffering. Machines may diagnose or operate, but they can’t hold space for grief or restore meaning. True healing begins with presence — seeing the person behind the pain.
This a requiem for the soul of healing. Healing is an art. And like all great art — it begins in the soul. Healing isn’t a procedure. It’s a creative act. It has essence. A spirit. A presence. Science is essential — but it’s the instrument, not the music.
My writing is shaped by emotion, symbol, metaphor, and deeper meaning — not to obscure truth, but to invite it. From your heart, not your mind.