Although not a doctor yet, I'm currently a medical student. I've suffered from existential depression for years now, and have regular attacks where I contemplate the temporary nature of my consciousness and existence, accompanied with pure dread. I originally wanted to do medicine as if I don't see the point in continuing living, I wanted to make other people's lives better who do. It gave me some sense of direction and purpose, but this is now starting to fade.
Lately it's been crossing my mind that the entire field of medicine deals with purely extending life and prolonging the inevitable (death). No matter what we do, our hardest efforts are not enough to stop the cessation of life, including our own. These thoughts have been greatly amplified by human dissection labs and dealing with patients, that one day I will be lying on one of the dissection tables myself. My question is, how do health professionals deal with this, death, and find purpose, motivation to continue what they're doing? Medicine seems like a temporary solution to a permanent problem, and I don't know how to justify spending the rest of my life doing this, or if it's worth it at all. I don't know what to do, I'm lost, depressed, and close to calling it quits.
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