I’ve made it! (Well almost)

In honour of world mental health I thought I’d post about my recovery and how far I’ve come! 

Today I started my final 12 week sprint to becoming a staff nurse. I fully cannot believe that I’m so close to finishing. A few months ago, I would have never thought I’d still be here let alone finishing my degree.  The last three years I have experienced some of my lowest days, but instead of looking at those days with sadness. I think about how much they’ve shaped me and made me the nurse I am. I recognise those little signs of anxiety, I spot those scars that perhaps would be over looked and I see that person passed their diagnosis and scars.  I’ve been the person in the bed and the person that people have avoided ‘that’ conversation with. And for that I’m a better nurse. I’d never want to relive the bad days but I appreciate where I was and what those days have done for me. I’m so proud of myself getting this far and getting my dream job as their top candidate.  Recovery is a long process and has its ups and downs. I know I’m not at the end of my recovery but I’m a bloody lot further than I ever imagined I’d be!