Reclaiming Purpose
A Year in Review
This year has been an incredible ordeal, filled with challenges that have stripped away my sense of purpose and clouded my outlook on life. The events that unfolded during my mental health crisis and the subsequent fallout have left scars that run deep, impacting both my personal and professional journey in ways I never imagined.
After seeking help at Parkview Regional Medical Center during my greatest time of need, I expected compassion and support. Instead, I encountered negligence that pushed me to leave the hospital, believing I could find safety elsewhere. The subsequent false charges filed against me, based on misinterpretations and unverified claims, turned my world upside down and propelled me into a chaotic legal battle.
The Weight of Consequences
The reality I face now feels heavy; my career, once vibrant and fulfilling, has been overshadowed by accusations that not only tarnish my reputation but also affect my mental health. My identity as a nurse, someone dedicated to healing others, is now marred by the stigma of being wrongfully accused. The system I trusted has failed me, and as I seek to navigate the wreckage, I find my sense of purpose slipping further away.
The Struggle for Meaning
In this disheartening chapter of my life, I often grapple with feelings of hopelessness and despair. The thought of advocating for change feels distant when I’m overwhelmed by my own struggles. Instead of finding strength in my story, I find myself feeling lost, questioning whether I still have a voice worth sharing.
Recognizing the Challenge Ahead
Even amidst the pain, I acknowledge that the fight against injustice is critical. The lack of accountability for those who have wielded their power without foresight weighs heavily on my mind. Cases like mine and those of individuals like Alaina Robbins serve as poignant reminders that the legal and healthcare systems often overlook the humanity of those in crisis.
A Path Toward Recovery
While I don’t yet have all the answers or a clear vision of purpose, I understand that processing these emotions is essential to my healing. Recognizing my experience is valid and allowing myself to feel the weight of my journey is a necessary step.
I hope to find a way forward, even if it’s just one step at a time. For now, this is about acknowledging where I am and accepting that it’s okay to struggle. Perhaps, in time, I’ll rediscover the strength to share my story and advocate for others once more. But for now, I’m focusing on understanding my feelings and taking care of myself in the process.
