Why hello there!

It sure has been awhile, but man has this summer flown by (thanks to full time work, summer school, running, and well more school stuff!). I haven’t had time to blog much or think about stuff besides physiology and finishing my dissertation. But luckily things are slowly wrapping up…just in time for more school to start…HAH!

Luckily i’ve received word i’ve passed my physiology course but that gives me little time to celebrate since I still have to tie up the lose ends of my dissertation, prepare for my next runs and moving back to school….

Tis…the life of a nursing student. Second year will be chaotic to say the least, I can’t expect it will be any easier than first year (it won’t) with pathophysiology, stats, pharmacology, and microbiology all in one glorious year. I am happy to say that I ended up getting my first choice in placements and will be placed in the Chest (Respiratory) Unit at one of the local hospitals in my town. One step closer to becoming a Registered Nurse and i’m excited to actually be able to do something practical and working with actual patients making a difference (even if there will be a huge learning curve i’m sure to overcome). New experiences and new adventures await coming September!

I don’t have much time (or energy after working all day) to draw up a long post, but I felt that I owed it to myself to at least post something since I do miss keeping up with my blog and wish I had more time (or energy) to do so. Hopefully, September will give me some more time to settle into things before school gets busy but I must admit it’s likely going to be a running start from the get go. If it’s worth anything….nothing comes easy and i’ve never agreed more having just fought my way through 1st year nursing school and being fortunate enough to move into second after having passed all the required courses.

For now I want to draw attention to an art “blog(?)” that I recently came across and didn’t have time to share. I love her illustrations in regards to her struggles with depression and think many others can relate to some of the art that she has chosen to share. I encourage you to read more of her story and check out her artwork, it’s pretty awesome and I think she does a great job trying to bring awareness to an often misunderstood illness.

Cheers,

M.

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Hi I’m Blue, and I struggle with mental illness.

Some of you will dismiss me, some of you will be scared of me, some of you will blame me, but a surprising amount of you will understand me, because 1 in 4 people experience mental health issues. Considering so many people experience it, we hear so little about it; it’s the family secret you can’t tell anyone, the fake smile so know one knows, the calling in sick but blaming food poisoning. It’s hard for me to write about, but I write this hoping it makes it easier for the next person to speak about it.

I am going to tell you my story, of my path with mental illness. I don’t know if it has a happy ending yet…

It began with a tough situation at home, which triggered the anxiety. It’s hard to explain the exact feeling. It’s kind of like where you’re leaning back on your chair, and go that bit too far and you just about to fall back. That sudden jolt of panic inside your chest, that half second  spike that makes you fling your hands forward and grab the desk infront of you to steady yourself. That ‘oh shit’ moment. It’s that. Only it didn’t last for half a second, for even a minute, it lasted years. I thought I’d just have to live with it until the situations improved, but even when it did anxiety still clung to me like a scarf of live electricity. That feeling could come when I was alone in a room, sitting comfortably, with nothing to do and a clear day ahead. The world would spin and tumble, and I’d want to put my hands out to grab the desk and steady myself, but there was nothing there. Nothing to grab onto. Over and over.

And so, through anxiety’s hot trickery depressions cold crept in, it sat at the back of my mind and laughed at me. “Why are you even trying? It’s useless anyway” and when you’re fighting a non-existent force from a chair you’re not even really sitting on it’s hard to argue with that. And this feeling spread….

Read more on her story: https://destinyblue.deviantart.com/art/Depression-534485738

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