You Can Lead a Nurse to Water But Then, What Ever Will They Bitch About?

I am the proud founder of Nurse Your Spirit, LLC, a holistic counseling and healing practice.  As a registered nurse, metaphysician and certified practitioner, my goal or my speciality if you will is to assist other nurses who are experiencing the horrors of burnout to recognize that this highly toxic experience is actually a gift.   Yes indeed, a gift in the form of subconscious choices that you have made along the way.  Choices which lead to opportunities for growth, the big red bow on the top being the resurrection of one's self worth, the ability to heal one's self and others from a place of compassion, comfort in the task to aid in the energetic healing of the planet.  The spontaneous occurrence of experiencing inner cohesion and happiness.  Doesn't that sound amazing? 
Knock Knock!  Doesn't it!?

Seriously.  Who wouldn't (in their right mind)  desire this?

Nurses. That's who. 

I have counseled massage and occupational therapists, pharmacists, Reiki practitioners and psychics, radio personalities, makeup artists and alternative healers, yet, not one nurse.



Do you know why?


Nurses are highly intelligent. Of course you do!

(This is a much simpler formula than calculation drip rates, seriously)...

Nurses love to complain.  If you fix yourself, there is no more blame.  Scary!

I can say this with confidence because I walked in those clunky clogs for over twenty years.   There are complaints about the paperwork, the insubordination of aides and patient care technicians, the nurse to patient ratios, the lack of managerial support.  The distaste regarding the aspect of nursing being "customer service", not being able to spend more time with your patients, the green -behind- the -ears  new know-it-all interns showing up in July, never getting a lunch break, disgruntled patients and family members....  I know I need not continue.

I am going to use a hospital environment as an example.  Working on a hospital unit is a creepy poison.  When it gets under your skin and into your veins, there is a sinister comfort.  Yes, that's right.  You drink the Kool-Aid.  You get locked into the web of darkness, and feel safe. 

You form deliciously delectable dysfunctional and codependent relationships and bonds with people who's company you'd probably never seek outside of the workplace.  You literally get off on talking about others behind their backs.  The private jokes are practically orgasmic!  The laughs and sense of connection you feel are more valuable than anything!  They like me.  They really, really like me!

If you look inward at your own dysfunctions ( yep, we all have em ), then you will have to take a good long look at yourself and hold yourself responsible for your own feelings and corresponding behaviors.  When you accomplish this, you realize that you cannot change the system, but you have the power to create a healthy way to survive in it, via personal accountability. There's serious power in this, yet therein lies the fear.

You lose the excuse to bitch and moan about everything under the sun.

Now listen, I am a really nice person and a caring counselor with compassion.  Yet this particular blog topic is imperative, so I give myself permission to be particularly snarky about it.

Sooner or later, the reality will set in.  You will run out of steam.  You will realize that this muck no longer serves a purpose.  The system will not change.  Your perceptions of it along with your corresponding behaviors will. 

With said compassion and because you are worthy, I will wait for you.

 When you are ready, visit Nurse Your Spirit.