Nursing Life

I found my way back to the lifelines— one day at a time. One day, slowly learning how to adjust. One day, learning how to heal. I began to understand the balance of what it means to be  a lifeline while also answering the call of the world beyond the bedside. How to hold space without losing myself. How to remain present without becoming depleted. And then came a deeper question: How do you pass that wisdom on? How do you teach someone what it means to be another person’s mi

I had the honor and privilege of speaking at this semester’s pinning ceremony for the graduating class. Being asked was deeply meaningful—though, truthfully, standing in front of nearly six hundred guests made me feel as if I might vomit. Once I stepped to the podium, the audience faded into a blur. I don’t think I saw a single face. My focus narrowed to one thing: trying to capture the meaning of nursing school—the weight of it, the growth, the becoming. In that moment, I wa

At some point in every nurse’s career, there is a moment of reckoning—a quiet pause that prompts the question, “Why am I still doing this?” For me, that moment did not pull me away from nursing; it pulled me deeper. It led me back into the classroom, back into the role of a novice, and back into the discomfort of learning all over again. Choosing to leave the familiarity of expertise to sit alongside students as they navigate the intensity of nursing school was not a detour—