I don't speak much of work in these spaces quite frankly because I'm not allowed to. One word HIPPA.
But some times a girl has to decompress. As hard as I lean on Joe for emotional support when I'm down, writing is a therapeutic outlet that helps me to really break down the emotions that I'm feeling.
Work has been so, so hard on the entire staff lately. So many emotional cases that we all carry home with us at the end of those 13 hour shifts.
I often wake up with a pit in my stomach hurting for these families.
My heart feels raw, as if its been thrown against large rocks in an oceans storm. Tender and easy to bruise as it attempts to heal, which can only come with time.
I believe I'm in a season of learning to be brave. I am being thrown into situations where there is no other option but to muster the courage to be brave.
Not knowing when the storm will pass, but trusting that it has to.
Helping the weak, when you only feel weak.
Leading, when you are blind.
Remaning positive when surrounded by negativity.
Standing up for your beliefs.
Faking it until you make it.
Loving yourself despite your flaws.
Trusting your instincts.
Trusting the path set before you.
Knowing that timing is out of your control.
Do not conform yourself to the standards of this world. Romans 12:2