Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.
Category: After nursing
War Never Changes
Anniversaries aren’t always about celebration. For someone with PTSD, they can be landmines. In this post, I reflect on trauma, empathy, and why even in the wasteland, war never changes.
Burning at the Stake: Professional Failures and Compassion
Society loves to watch professionals burn at the stake for their mistakes. But is public shaming and job loss always justice—or just cruelty masquerading as accountability?
Fishing, Radroaches, and Nursing Regrets
During a nice relaxing evening fishing in the wasteland between nukes, I had a few odd thoughts running through my mind. I get a lot of time to think and hash through some of the day’s more esoteric questions. For example, what would you have the toughest time doing in the wasteland? I think mine …