I remember why I started this blog.
I saw a picture on the worldwide web of a nightstand that was made from an oak tree stump. I wanted to recreate it. So I followed the link. Spent the next two days chopping down a tree in my parents backyard, chiseling off the bark, sanding it down to make it useable next to my bed.
I found the original picture on a blog on this website. I scrolled through the pictures and fell in love.
So I started my own. I was a 20 year old college student drowning in my studies to become a nurse and juggling being a two sport collegiate athlete. I longed for a dog. I relished the outdoors and longed to be there than in the library.
4 years later, Iām done with school. I have an incredible husky. Iām no longer an athlete and Iām practically a lumberjack with the amount of time I spend outside.
But now, Iām a trauma nurse.
The magnitude and weight of those words can not be quantified.
Why am I writing this? For myself. I never started this blog for anyone but myself. Putting my words down has always helped me get a grip on my feelings and my emotions.
How do I tell myself about what Iāve seen over the last year and explain to myself why Iāve gotten away from this blog?
It all comes back to those two words. Trauma nurse.
Iām 24 and walk into work everyday not knowing if Iām going to be the last person someone sees alive. Iāve held someoneās heart in my hand after a thoracotomy has failed and the manual compressions I was performing werenāt enough. Iāve had to be the first to tell parents of a newborn that they will never again hear their child cry. Iāve cried more than I ever thought possible. Literally, itās unimaginable.
Taking my nightly antidepressants has become a habit I donāt even think twice about. If I close my eyes, the only thing I see is blood and death. Thus, Iāve turned to prescribed sleeping aids just to be able to wake up and do it all over again.
Iām practically going through the motions when Iām not in the middle of life and death.
However, it is the only time I feel truly happy. Iām that sick and twisted.
Im constantly asked me why I do what I do. Why I willingly choose to take the hard road.
I always respond the same way. Simple: why do you assume I see two roads? I donāt necessarily believe in God. But I cannot deny that there is a higher power. For I know, that no matter how trying and difficult my job and life has become, I know beyond a reasonable doubt that this is the life I was created for.
Iām sorry to myself for stepping away from this blog for a year. But Iām finally to a point where I know who I am, and itās time I accept that.