Reading old entries is always a trip. Pretty sure I was drunk when I wrote most of them, seems to be the only time I wanted to write. It did make me proud to read those entries though, reading about how hard I worked to get to where I am now. Sometimes I forget. I wish I wrote throughout nursing school. But last year isn't something I really want to remember all of. Anyways this is me, on the other side. I won't lie, I am struggling at work. Had a particularly bad day on Friday, 3 total care patients and a discharge, two demanding families, the computer system went down, a pt pulled out his NG tube we placed and on and on, constantly having to call doctors. I missed/forgot to do A LOT of things. More than I ever have before. I was fucking drowning. head under water. Also, It's never good enough. You do your best but everything at work is ALWAYS your fault, seriously. another new grad told me that, and it's so fucking true. If anything goes wrong, somehow it's always your fault. Haven't stopped thinking about Friday since I left. I hope I don't get in too much trouble for all the mistakes though/omitted work.No one called me about anything though, so that's a plus. Also the night charge nurse made me feel better. (She's really good to me btw) She said you know, "It's hard in the beginning. You are just doing your best and that's all you can do. And you will make mistakes. Most people will understand, not everyone, but most people. They were all new too once." Made me feel better. I feel like I give my all every time I'm at work, but it's never enough. She basically told me, she knows and that's okay. What a fucking relief. Sometimes you just need someone to tell you it's okay.

I need some kind of outlet. Being out here is hard. My mom keeps telling me that it's going to be the best time of my life, but I don't feel that way. To be honest, I feel like I already had the best times of my life. I know that's a depressing thing to say as a 32 year old, but shit. I feel very very alone. No more G, my friends are up north 7 hours away, I haven't been doing a lot. Sit at home most of my days off. I went to yoga a couple times, worked out once, ran once. I need to dedicated myself to yoga, I found a place I like I NEED to make it a habit. My roommates are pretty cool, but they have their own lives. I don't want to be too clingy, though I feel I may have passed that point last night, oops. Also not drinking in social situations makes me weirdly insecure. On the flip side, not drinking has made it so I feel that dead/empty inside feeling a lot less often, which is probably the biggest plus. I think I underestimated what a strong fucking depressant it is. At the same time, I feel tired like, I want a break from this uptight constant feeling and all these thoughts streaming through my head all the time. I know that's why I need yoga, not alcohol. Maybe meditation, need some kind of healthier outlet. Instead of drinking I've been shopping to sooth myself. Making more money than I ever have, but just keep shopping like a dumb ass. Hopefully I will get over it soon, and it's just the newness of having money.

Also, my Dad passed away back in March. I don't want to write about it though. Cancer, it was a long process. The last year of his life was terrible for him. I wish things had ended differently. I wish he was still here. I wish I could talk to him again. Also Happy Veteran's day, Dad. I wish I wish I wish.

Wishing is a waste of energy, but fuck it. sometimes you just need to. sometimes you can't stop even though you know it's not rational.

I wish I wish I wish.

Anyway, I've started going to therapy. Also something I wrote about in my older entries I wanted to work on and now I'm doing. Only been once so far, I think both my therapist and I are flakey as fuck. Or as he would like me to say, "up until now" I have been flakey as fuck. or even a flakey fuck. ha. But I like other flakey people, they tend to be more forgiving of fellow flakiness.

Also, R had a son. I have a nephew! And he only lives 45 minutes away. I see him about 1-2 times a month. Holy fuck he's so cute. and fat. and happy. He brings so much joy to my family. I only wish my Dad could have met him.