As human beings, we all have something that we’re working on.
I was a Registered Nurse for 10 years, then took a 5-year hiatus to have my three kids. I found the transition back to nursing incredibly difficult. I had lost a lot of confidence in myself and my skills. Eventually, I got a handle on things, then COVID came and put me over the edge.
I had a terrible sleep every night before I went to work. I was anxious all the time and really irritable to my family.
I am a great listener, not a great talker
I’ll listen to anybody’s troubles all day long, but to tell somebody else about mine, I really struggle with the burden of that. Even though logically, I understand that sharing that can be really cathartic for both. I started seeing a therapist and I love her. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She helped me go back to my childhood and understand a lot about why I was feeling the way I was.
I have never had somebody say, oh, I have no idea what you’re talking about — we all have something that we’re working on.
We don’t blame people when they break their leg. We don’t blame people when they have to have surgery to repair their heart. But we blame people when they have issues with their chemistry. And it’s not that person’s fault. So, I really appreciate people who are trying to open up the dialog and discussion about mental health, because it is called mental health for a reason. So much depends on the support a person can have and accessibility to those who can help them.
The last thing you want to do is address the elephant in the room.
Why are we not having these conversations?