Eudaimonia
living well | a medical humanities journal
Eudaimonia
living well | a medical humanities journal
living well | a medical humanities journal
Welcome to Eudaimonia, a medical humanities journal created to promote critical reflection, creative expression, and healing amongst those who live and work within the world of medicine. Our journal takes its name from the Greek term eudaimonia, often translated to “human flourishing” or “living well.” Derived from Aristotelian ethics, eudaimonia goes beyond fleeting happiness (which it is sometimes mistranslatedto mean)… read more…
I’m not sure when time stopped for the broken clock face. The fractured glass displayed a big and small hand that was perpetually frozen at eight o’clock, but whether that was morning or evening I could not tell the difference. It was a liminal hour, created by an absence that was never wanted. Perhaps the… read more…
Photograph by Taylor Wilson “It’s like climbing a mountain; one step at a time,” is a mantra oft-repeated to M1s and pre-Meds. To us, who have been made aware of the realities of the process, this phrase brings little comfort. To me, it was just a metaphor for the duration of our shared journey; even… read more…
White bag brings You in,Cold, rigid, unchangedLimbs askewEyes piercingSeeming to ask a question I stand in blue Staring at You— intact but hollowVague questions of who You were Flit through my mind What sticks thoughIs how You wereAt the endBefore we got to your after And I’m hereWith what used to be YouGiving you the respect you… read more…
Surrounded by many faces, a central heart symbolizes the shared humanity and unexpected connections that emerged during the pandemic. Though not a silver lining, it is a reminder of our collective resilience. Thomas HoagPGY-1 University of Utah Health Otolaryngology read more…
No one tells you about the changesAbout the ups and downs About the black and white moments that are actually gray They don’t tell you about the liminal spacesWhere up is down and left is rightWhere truth seems cruelAnd lies are a comfort They don’t tell you the crossroads you’ll faceThe moments of indecision The moments of… read more…
The leaves were just beginning to change color when Charles went to turn and his left leg refused to follow. He tumbled awkwardly onto the grass and sat for a moment, stunned, before embarrassment flushed his cheeks. A student rushed forward to help him up, but he waved her off nonchalantly. At dinner that night,… read more…
living well | a medical humanities journal
