Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Five Stages of #hcsm
I mean, I'm a doctor. Who has time to be clicking away on a mobile phone when there are patients to see? There are only so many minutes in the day. And what is there to gain anyway? I don't need more friends, I need to be reading journals. I need to be studying for boards. I need to be building my practice and meeting colleagues.
Yet I have a voice, a viewpoint. Certain things need to be said. How can I be heard?
But then anger set in.
Everyday I bang away at the computer and bust out content, blogs and tweets abound. Yet post after post no comments, no followers. All I do is give, give, give and get nothing in return. I want to be notable, a superstar. At this rate all I'll be is a foot note. My writing, my words will be lost in the diaspora. So why do I keep going?
The bargaining phase was inevitable.
If you follow me, I'll follow you. I retweeted you...how about some love back? Your writing is amazing, I blogged about the same topic the other day.
Then, of course, depression. Desperately curt, poignant depression.
Why bother anyway? No one cares.
Somewhere in the darkness: sweet acceptance.
I write because I have to. The connections I've made are lasting. I learn, I grow, I'm lifted by the brilliance that surrounds me.
And then denial creeps back around the corner.
Maybe I should go back to concentrating on being a doctor and not waste my time on such things.
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 6:34 PM