I will tell you the story of how I came upon the inward journey known as the love of self. Easy, pervs. I'm talking the love of the astonishing divine within all of us. Incidentally, this philosophy led me to discover that my ability to get over a breakup is very closely related to how [...]
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
All of your quirks, broken dreams, character flaws and blemishes create a unique mosaic that is absolutely, authentically YOU.
"Jesus! What the Smith & Wesson hell is wrong with you?," I ask myself.
It's The Fallout, after all: the single biggest reason people . . . remain in a miserable relationship. . .
I will tell you the story of the first patient I ever lost. I'm no stranger to patient death. If you're going to be a nurse (or anyone in the medical field for that matter), it's something you will deal with routinely. This post is in reference to a patient who suffered a critical event while [...]
I refocus and reach to lower her to the floor. I prepare to start compressions on my mom. Just before I lift her, she takes another shallow breath.
Because somewhere in the distant past, I sold myself on the belief that there's not a tragedy in this life that will make me give in. You have to decide that sort of thing BEFORE tragedy strikes.
We human beings will go to great lengths to avoid making powerful decisions out of fear of the aftermath, even if what's on the other side has the potential to be absolutely liberating.
If it SHOULD HAVE occurred a different way, it WOULD HAVE. Just because the end result isn't what we planned doesn't nullify the whole experience or make it any less meaningful.