. . . became a Nurse in the 1940s. She always told me, “You have a Nurse’s heart. A Nurse’s touch. You should be a Nurse.” So, I did what every Cool Granddaughter does, and I believed her.
I am a Nurse. As a human being who suffers from Major Depression, I have an intimate relationship with pain. As a Labor and Delivery Nurse, I have become an expert at navigating pain.
Writing is my catharsis. It has helped me labor through my discomfort since I wrote my first “book” in 3rd grade. Aided me in the journey of discovering the healing that has came from guiding mothers’ through their own physical pain. Being the guide through the onset, rise, and crescendo of delivering babies; has given me the tools and experience to deliver myself from my own, emotional pain.
Pain is pain.
I know my struggles are not unique. That suffering does not make me special. It makes me one of MANY.
I share my writing, as a gift to you, with hope that it makes one less person, feel alone.