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.
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.
I’m not broken—but I’m not healed either. This is what it feels like to exist in the in-between, where grief, change, and moving on don’t look the way anyone warned you they would.