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From Fear to Freedom: How Travel Nursing Gave Me a New Life
There was a pause. My life took a massive shift. I began my travel nursing career and I have not looked back. Life moved – sometimes faster than I could hold onto, sometimes slower than I thought I could bear. And somewhere along the way , I tucked this space away. Maybe out of fear. Maybe out of feeling too seen. Maybe because surviving takes more energy than we realize, especially when you’re packing up your life every 13 weeks. But the truth is – I’m still here. I’m stronger than ever, both physically and mentally. I’m still gathering fragments of humanity and learning what it means to be soft…
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Internal Change For The Better
Change is hard. But what’s harder than changing on the inside is sticking to your truth and implementing that on your outside world. 75 hard changed a lot for me, one being my deeper dive into the internal work due to all the self help books I read. One that really started to shift the world for me was Dr. Leperas workbook/book How To Meet Yourself. The universe and I have a pretty comical relationship. It knows my humor and it knows how I see things that are ironically placed all together (aka it knows how to make me realize the lesson it wants me to learn). As a former…
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Finding The Right Therapist For Me
For me, therapy was the closest I had ever gotten to speed dating. There are not only SO many different therapists out there, but there are also SO many different styles of therapy out there. How would I find one right for me? My partner at the time had asked me to move out, yet remain in a relationship. I had already been looking for a therapist before then due to me not handling my new nursing career as effortlessly as I thought I would*. As I sat crying, alone, on my second night at my new place (that I didn’t even want), I decided to set an intention on…
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Amber Thee Human
hu·man /ˈ(h)yo͞omən/ adjective: human Wouldn’t it be nice if it was that simple to explain being a human and the human experience? My definition of the word human took a long time to come up with, and an even longer time to accept. For me, human means to exist without perfection. To be imperfect. Perfection has haunted me since my earliest memories. It’s blocked me from succeeding in sports, it’s blocked me from succeeding in school, it’s blocked me from genuine connections, and it’s blocked me from a successful relationship. Refusing to be anything but ‘perfect’ 100% of the time produced so much fear, shame, inadequacy, guilt, and basically…