š§ š» Why I’m Studying Tech But Dreaming of Brains: My Two-Track Passion
They say every choice you make builds your future. But what if the biggest choices were made for you? I didn’t choose Computer Science. It was chosen for me—packaged with fear, handed over by a society that worships paychecks over passion. It was survival. It was the "safe bet." It was the only option spoken loud enough to drown out the voice in my head that whispered, “You don’t belong here.” I was sixteen, still figuring out how to breathe in a world that constantly told me to be quieter, smarter, smaller. And somewhere between math formulas and internalized guilt, I buried the girl who once wanted to understand why people hurt, not just how machines work. But she never really died. That girl? She’s alive every time I look at someone and wonder what shaped them. She’s alive when I feel things a little too deeply, when I write about trauma like it’s poetry, when I dream of helping people make sense of their own minds. That girl led me to psychology. Not the ...
