Nursing

Where to even begin…I should preface with that I am not a professional writer. This blog will be my own personal experiences, struggles, emotions. I am not looking for fame, attention, or money. I purely wish to share my journey through my nursing career. I will have typos, I will not have proper grammar, and I will not care. I am a real person, living a real career and life. I am a nurse, I won’t tell you what type, because I don’t need your assumptions about me or your judgement. I am a nurse, a new grad nurse, a nurse with imposter syndrome.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. You know how in nursing school they ask you a 1,000 times why you wanted to become a nurse. My answer is mostly cliché. I grew up in a family of nurses, my mom, my step mom, my grandmother, etc. all were or are nurses of some type. When I was growing up my mom would say (which are now her famous words) “how do you think that person feels about what you said/did?” Me, a small child, learned empathy. I learned from my mother, to ALWAYS be thinking about how my actions would impact the life or emotions of others. I learned to always anticipate the outcome, to always be highly in tune with others’ nonverbal communication. To always notice the tiny changes in someone’s voice, the inflection, the tone, and what it all meant. My mother raised me to be a nurse.

What did growing up like this give me? You guessed it, anxiety. Don’t get me wrong, this also gave me amazing relationships with my loved ones, the ability to make friends easily. People like me, they like how well I treat them. What else did that get me? Yup, guessed correctly again…a broken heart, many many times. I growing up being an empath, I for some reason assumed everyone was. I assumed wrong. My vulnerable heart has been stomped on and trashed, by men and women alike.

Although I would love to get into that conversation, it is for another time. We are here to talk about nursing, being a new grad nurse more specifically.