My brokenness and burnout in the ICU started long before this happened...
But, it hit me dead on in the middle of 2015. After 20 years of marriage, infertility, two separations, and the comeback of a lifetime (or so I thought) my husband left me for what would be the longest 6 weeks of my life. Then, bring in 2016. In June, my mother (69 years young) was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer that quickly took her life within less than a month. Three weeks to the day, I received the call my father passed from a massive heart attack. Kicker: I was on my way home for my mother’s memorial at the time. Within three months, God called my grandfather home.
Those 18 months had all the feels of a nightmare as my life was completely shattered. My self-care became all but non-existent. I needed support on so many levels; body, mind, and soul. I knew I was suffering, but as a nurse working in the ICU at the time, taking care of the sickest of the sick, I was at a loss for how to care for myself. Trauma. Tragedy. Grief. They do that to you. It would take me over a year to visualize my life, my health, and my present moments as priorities and blessings. And even longer to find the gratitude in the darkness and depths of those months.