So nursing school has pretty much taken over my life. I have not even had time to think about writing on my little blog here. But now I feel I need some sort of outlet for all the things that my psych nursing course is stirring up. Which is why writing has become a priority again, and hopefully will help me make it through this course while keeping a clear head.
I know I am not the first person/ nursing student to have had severe bipolar, or to have gone through ECT treatments, and I surely am not the last. But that doesn't make this journey any less... I'm only two classes into my psych nursing course and already have bitten all of my nails off, and nearly bounced myself out of my desk due to my anxiety level. Not good considering I am wanting to become a psych nurse. No one in my class or even at the school knows what I have gone through. It is so frustrating, wanting to stand up in class and tell everyone about my disorder and journey to wellness just so that they possibly may not add to the stigma of mental illness. But I know I will never do anything of the sort simply because of the stigma. My story would not change any of the jokes that the other students make, or the things they laugh at... All that would result is that they would then be making jokes and laughing at my expense.
Some of the questions others ask in class are so ignorant I want to scream! But again, that would just support their misconceptions of those with mental illnesses.
The entire reason I even want to become a nurse is so that I can help at least one person along their journey to wellness like so many nurses have helped me. My desire to make that journey a bit smoother for someone else most definitely outweighs any anxiety I am experiencing. I know that all of the hard work, stress, and anxiety from nursing school will be all worth it one day.
