Where do you start from? If you have to try and unravel your head, do you start from the beginning? What if your mind is such a tangled mess, you can’t unravel it? Like watching your life back on tape but nothing is in order. You can’t fast forward or rewind back to certain bits because it’s too painful to watch. When you see the parts when you’re crumbling underneath the weight of your own guilt. The parts you wish you could take back but you can’t. You’re stuck with the mistakes forever and they’re a permanent reminder of what a shitty person you were.
I was in love once. A long time ago. I was happy. I felt loved. I felt like a person and not a body just floating in time, waiting to die. But people change. What we see, what we live, the experiences we see everyday shape us and ultimately determine what our futures are.
I thought about a lot things when I changed my career. But one thing I never considered was how I’d deal with death before I started nursing. Naive of me now, looking back. Given during most of training I was looking after people in their senior years, I assumed it was something that I’d learn to deal with. But you’re soon thrown into the deep end of immortality and there’s nothing that can ever really prepare you for it. I will always remember my first patient, how quick and final it was. One moment they’re taking a breath, and you can feel their pulse on your finger, faint and fading. And then, they’re gone. Someones aunt, mother, sister, friend. A heart that will cease to beat again. How do you compartmentalise that part of a job that has no happy ending?
Death is inevitable. We are all mortal. The one thing in life we can be certain of in the end is death. But not when. Try as we might to live a healthy life, there are somethings we can’t side-skip.
And this is where, everything starts to unravel. This is where everything starts to go wrong. When you want so badly to be a good person but what you’re doing, the job you put your heart and soul into, starts to destroy your heart and soul in turn. The demands of nursing when you’re not prepared are at the least inconvenient. At the most, they’re catastrophic. 12 and half hour shifts turn into 13 and half hour shifts because they’re aren’t enough staff, so you have to wait until cover arrives before you can go home. And you’d stay anyway, even if you could just walk away. Because your morals and ethics and your heart mean more than getting home on time. Nursing is the most rewarding but the toughest most mentally challenging job you can ever do. It can make or break you.
It broke me.
It took over 3 years and several kicks and punches in head to start the first break. The one that started the fracture. The constant battering that a mind can take is only so much. When you have to finally accept that you can’t cope anymore. That the job you do is making you ill. The job that you so badly wanted to succeed in after changing your life, and it’s making you ill. Disappointed doesn’t even describe it. You feel like a failure because the job you love and you work your arse off for, is slowly killing you inside. The crash calls that don’t wake up, the young mum waiting to let cancer kill her brain, slowly. The patient that comes in from a care home in such an inhumane state, you wonder how anyone could live with themselves to see someone so frail and fragile and leave them suffering when they should be making their last days as comfortable as possible. You see the best and the absolute worst in humans. It opens your eyes to the reality that sometimes people are just plain evil to one another. It grinds you down. Slowly you begin to question why we’re so fucking horrible to each other because we know the end result of life is death so why make life so horrendous in the lead up?
Every action has a consequence. After 3 and half years, it burnt me out. Failed. My career, destroyed as I destroyed myself slowly and unforgiving. It turns out, you can care too much. When you walk out of your ward, you don’t leave your patients behind. You carry them in your heart and your mind all the time. You try not to take them home in your mind but sometimes you can’t help it. When you’ve looked after someone for 2 months, you’ve gotten to know them, their lives, their history. Then one day, they’ve not there anymore. They passed away in the night. It’s so hard not to cry when you get home at the end of a long shift. You know the outcome of life is death but it still stings. You start to see life in a skewed vision. You try to detach yourself from it but changes you.
It changes your relationships. You’re not the same person you once were before you realised that sometimes life is shit! The person you once loved, the things you used to like doing, they don’t mean the same anymore. Your outlook isn’t the same rose tinted view anymore. And all you can do is try to move forward, day by day and try and look for the good in life you once saw.
It’s a long process.
Fast forward to 2016. 2 years later. You have to deal with 2 things. 1) your relationship is over. For so many reasons. 2) you have to deal with the fact your mums cancer is terminal.
No one tells you how to come to terms with that word. Terminal. No one ever really says it either. It’s implied and it’s really up to you to read between the lines of whatever you can remember you were told. The medical terms used by various consultants that you’re passed over to like a conveyor belt of health care. At least my nurse training came in handy for something.
Relationships fail all the time. It doesn’t diminish the pain and the regret you feel. Did you hurt them while they were hurting you? When you never felt good enough, when you realised that nothing you did would ever be good enough but then when it comes down to it, and you have to have the big ‘we need to talk’ and they never even realised they were hurting you. So you feel like the bad guy for walking away when they’re willing to try anything to keep you to stay. But you know, deep down, it’s over. And it has been for so long that neither of you can bring yourself to hurt the other. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
Then suddenly, after 10 years, you’re on your own again. Back to square one. No future, no one to come home to at the end of the day. Just blank. Like your heart.
Then it all goes foggy. And the second break happens. You can’t even see it coming. You put so much trust in someone you love, that when they deliberately try to ruin you, try to take advantage of everything you’ve ever given, you know that’s the end. Because if someone who supposedly loved you, would be so willing to lie and deceive you, what else is there to believe in? It totally destroys you. Your life is too painful to keep going. So you give up. So close to the end but still here.
Third break. Fast forward however long. Your mum that you’ve nursed for the last 5 months, finally leaves this earth. But not the way you want. Not the way she should have. After 4 years of operations, chemo, and finally unbearable agony, she didn’t even get the peaceful death so she desperately deserved. You didn’t get to tell how much you loved her. Those last words that you wanted her know, and you didn’t get to say them.
And now you’re broken. Now you’ve got to put yourself together and hope that you’re not so broken you’re irreparable. Because a broken, irreparable heart is of no use to anyone, especially me.
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