Three years into grief, I’m questioning whether “I love you” is always truth — or sometimes just fear of regret. In the wasteland and in life, maybe clarity matters more than repetition.
Category: After nursing
After the Adrenaline
What happens after nursing — after the adrenaline, after the badge, after being needed? A reflection on identity, retirement, quiet, and rare masks in the wasteland.
Leaving Nursing Behind (But Taking the Stories With Me)
A reflective look back at the unglamorous, unseen work of nursing — and the quiet pride of walking away with dignity, humor, and a lifetime of stories.
Small Victories in the Wasteland
Learning to celebrate the small victories — in the Wasteland and in life — has become my quiet mantra. Between streaming, teaching again, and finding moments of peace through PTSD, I’m beginning to see that even small steps can feel monumental.