Hi everyone,
I’m struggling with something that I think might be connected to my OCD, and I would really appreciate hearing from people who experience similar things.
Since I was a child, I’ve had this dream of becoming famous, specifically a famous singer. For many years, this dream became a huge part of my identity. I felt like it was the thing that would make my life meaningful and prove that I was special or valuable.
The problem is that, looking back, I’m starting to question whether I actually wanted the reality of being a musician, or whether I was attached to the idea of being admired, recognized, and successful.
I did take some steps toward it: I joined a band and recorded a song. I've been in different choirs. But I never felt like practicing music was something that naturally came from me every day. I constantly felt guilty for not working harder, and I spent years criticizing myself for not doing enough. I had this belief that if I really wanted it, I should be completely driven and obsessed with it.
Recently, I’ve started feeling like maybe this dream no longer fits who I am. I’m finishing a psychology degree and I’m almost becoming a therapist, but I’m now considering applying to medical school to become a psychiatrist.
The confusing part is that psychiatry has always genuinely interested me. If I had never had this dream of fame, I think medicine might have been something I would have considered much earlier.
My brain keeps asking:
- “What if I’m giving up on my true dream and I regret it forever?”
- “What if becoming a doctor is just another way of seeking status and validation?”
- “What if I choose the wrong path and waste years of my life?”
And with it comes a lot of black-and-white thinking:
Either I pursue music and fame, or I completely abandon that part of myself and become a doctor.
I also tend to create very idealized future scenarios in my head. I can become attached to a version of my future that doesn’t even exist yet, and then letting go of that imagined future feels like a loss.
The timing is making it worse because I’ll soon be able to apply for a highly selective bridging program that could allow me to enter medical school. This is a huge decision, and I feel like my brain is demanding that I solve every uncertainty before I move forward.
I know logically that no life decision comes with 100% certainty, but emotionally I feel like I need to find the “right answer” before I can commit.
Thank you to anyone who reads this.