Can I Believe You?

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Every day feels like a test now. 


My profession requires me to meet hundreds of people. Most of the time, I don’t need to know them deeply. That’s the nature of my work. I can stay in my professional space, focus on my patients, and give my best to them. I’ve immersed myself so deeply in the medical world that I understand patients and caregivers well. I can often predict what they think, how they act, and react, and what they need or expect.


Well. Almost most of the time!!


But this deep professional involvement came at a cost—I became a novice in my personal life.


As years passed, I aged both personally and professionally but matured only professionally. 


I started to understand that the rules of personal and professional relationships are entirely different.


Personal relationships, especially those outside your family, often come with conditions. 


They change. 


They can be deceptive, sometimes intriguing, but many a time, they are heartbreaking.


I’ve always trusted people. 


And because I’ve spent my whole life trusting others, I now find it hard to stop. 


This habit of trusting everyone has caused several lasting problems. 


But then it’s a part of who I am.


This is my story. I struggle with the question I ask myself about every person I meet now


Can I believe you?

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