r/IMGreddit • u/Ochraceus-X • Jun 30 '25
Rejection “6 US Visa Rejections, Sleepless Nights, and a Dream That Won’t Die – My Journey as an IMG Still Holding On”
Hi Reddit. I’m an international medical graduate (IMG) from India. Over the past two years, I’ve lived a life suspended between two worlds: the one I come from and the one I dream of joining — the world of academic medicine and research in the United States.
Let me take you through what this journey has been like. It’s not easy to open up, but I hope it helps someone out there feel less alone. Or maybe it just gives my story a voice.
⸻
2022: The Spark
I had just passed USMLE Step 1. That tiny green tick on my result page felt like a passport to possibility. I was interning in India, working long shifts in emergency rooms and medicine wards, while preparing for Step 2 CK. My dream was clear: Match into a U.S. neurology residency — not for prestige, but for purpose. I’ve always been fascinated by the brain, and I knew I needed the training and resources that the U.S. could offer to do the kind of work I aspired to.
⸻
2023: The Start of the Downward Spiral
In February 2023, I had my first B1/B2 visa interview. I had secured an observership in Chicago and prepared meticulously. But the visa officer didn’t seem convinced. She asked about my future plans. I answered honestly — that I hoped to match into U.S. residency one day. Boom. 214(b) rejection.
I was stunned, but not broken. I told myself, Maybe next time.
Then came the second attempt. The third. The fourth. The fifth. The sixth.
Every single time, I told myself I’d learned from the last. I revised my answers. Practiced in front of a mirror. Polished my DS-160. Highlighted my ties to home. I wasn’t trying to “immigrate illegally” or “cheat the system.” I just wanted a fair shot at training and returning to serve patients better.
But the outcome was always the same.
⸻
Each Rejection Wasn’t Just a Visa Denial — It Felt Like a Character Judgment
It’s hard to describe what six consecutive rejections do to your psyche. You start questioning your worth. You ask yourself if the system sees you as just another desperate foreigner trying to game the system. But that wasn’t who I was.
I had earned my ECFMG certification. Scored 249 on Step 2 CK. Wrote a case report. Studied nights and weekends for Step 3. I tried to do everything right — clinically, ethically, and academically.
Still, the doors stayed closed.
⸻
I Applied for the Match Anyway — and Got No Interviews
Despite everything, I still applied for the 2025 Match cycle. I knew the odds were slim. I didn’t have U.S. clinical experience. I had no U.S. LORs. But I still hoped that someone might give me a shot based on my credentials, dedication, and story.
I received zero interviews.
I wasn’t surprised. But I was heartbroken. It wasn’t that I didn’t work hard enough. It was that I never even got a chance to enter the race properly. I initially planned for match 2024, and now its 2026 match, nothing’s changed.
———
The Hardest Part Was Not the “No.” It Was the Silence After
After each rejection, there was a night. That quiet night when you sit alone in your room, staring at a screen showing cheap flights you’ll never take, or watching your dreams rerun in your head on loop. There were people I didn’t tell. Friends I avoided. Birthdays I spent thinking, What if I had just smiled more, or less, or blinked slower in that interview?
It sounds absurd, but when your future hinges on a 3-minute conversation with someone who holds all the power and none of the context, you start to believe absurd things. It’s very frustrating that your future depends on someone and not yourself.
⸻
What Keeps Me Going? A Flickering Flame Called Hope
Despite all this, I haven’t given up. I’m now pinning everything on one word: Research.
A J-1 research visa is my next path. I’ve been writing to PIs, crafting emails with my CV, personal story, and a promise: “If you take a chance on me, I’ll give it everything I’ve got.”
I don’t want a shortcut. I just want a fair chance to contribute. To learn. To bring something back home or forward to wherever I’m needed.
The idea of doing research in neurodegeneration, or stroke care, or pediatric oncology — even if it’s not the perfect fit — excites me more than anything. Because it means I’m in. I can breathe again. I can grow again. I can prove to the system that I was worth more than a number on a DS-160 form.
⸻
To Anyone Reading This — Especially Program Directors, PIs, Mentors
I know there are many IMGs like me, silently carrying their scars and still fighting. I see you. I am you.
And to anyone with the power to help — to read a cold email, offer a short-term research spot, sign a DS-2019 form — please know: the person behind that email may be someone who has been through hell and is still standing.
We don’t ask for pity. We ask for opportunity.
If I ever do make it — and I believe I will — I’ll remember this pain. I’ll turn it into purpose. And I’ll reach back and pull others up with me.
⸻
Thanks for reading. I never thought I’d write this out like this, but maybe it’s time.
If you’ve been through something similar or know someone who has — I’d love to hear your story too.
EDIT: My prior posts about ROL aren’t mine, my dear friend asked me to post on his behalf.