I had depression, and my fellow doctors treated me horribly


We doctors should treat one another as we treat our patients—with empathy and kindess.

I have lived for some time with depression. Most of the time, it is nagging in the background, helped by exercise, family and friends. But a few times, despite my best efforts, it has gotten out of control.

At the middle of my chief year in November, it came to a head. I was under tremendous pressure to apply for fellowship when I didn’t think it was what was best for me, while simultaneously trying to save a failing relationship and manage hours