It has been a dream of yours to be in that hospital setting, helping those in need and comforting their loved ones. Ever since you were younger, you knew. You knew you wanted to go into this field that seemed so perfectly fit for you and your ideas. As you grew up, sciences were some of your favorite classes, because of the cool experiments and the idea that you could be creating something that could cure a problem that affects so many people. You knew that one day you would make it there.

But, then came the college science course. Surprisingly stunned by the intensity and difficulty of these courses called “generals” you began to panic. Panicking about your grades and that high GPA you had to keep to get into med or grad school. Your mind started spinning. Spiraling down the list of sciences you have to take, and that blunt reminder that *if you don't have these courses completed by this time you are behind* The countless times you sat in class, puzzled by where that rule came from, which constant is which and why that formula creates this.

Then, you started having second guesses, do I actually belong here? Do I belong in this field of people who seem so extremely smart and driven and so competitive? You second guessed your dreams that you reached so far and so wide for. You start washing away your dreams that you told so many people about. Most importantly, you told those dreams to yourself.

You realized, that yes, of course these classes are going to be pulling-your-hair-out-hard. Of course they are going to cause those panicky “I don’t know anything” moments. Science is supposed to be hard; science is supposed to push you to think and act in stressful situations.

Finally, take a step back, run away from that panic and just think to yourself. Think to yourself about the times when you were just a kid, telling your teachers and parents that you one day want to help heal what is under those Batman and Cinderella band-aids. Look back to the days when you thought to yourself, yeah, I think I want to do this.

You set this dream because you thought you were capable of it. No matter how many times, the all nighter study sessions with other panic-driven classmates, has told you to give up, don’t.

You wanted to help those who are wounded, patch up the emotionally broken, celebrate new life, and be there in times of mourning. You had that dream, so go out and get it, do not let science scare you away from giving suckers and shiny stickers to the brave but crying toddlers, from helping deliver a life so precious, from calming someone in need, from revealing that relieving news of the word “free”, from watching your patient take those first steps after rehab. Look forward to those moments because some day, it will be you watching these moments happen, knowing that you did, indeed, reach that goal.