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Sometimes I feel the world is overflowing with love and grace. Other days, it feels empty—like a vacuum slowly draining every ounce of energy I have. It’s like a gust of wind that takes your breath away, or the rain that soaks your hair and clothes just after you’ve gotten ready for the day. But when the world feels lighter, the sun warms your skin, and a gentle breeze brushes your hair, you wonder—is this what it feels like all the time? A breeze I mistake for a storm? It’s

I was addicted to meth and heroin. I will NOT remain silent! Nurses! Addicts! Women! WE ARE NOT TOO FAR GONE! For if I remain silent at...

As a nurse, I know addiction is taboo. It’s an area that invites judgment and suspicion. Because of that, addicted nurses feel—and...

We fight the unseen. We laugh through the madness. And sometimes, we drink at 8 a.m. By Prudence Vector I’ve always felt nursing is a...