stressed out

I’m 8 weeks into my Mental Health class AND my 3rd semester as a nursing student and stress is really taking it’s toll. I thought I had a handle on it, but I’m going to real. Real honest. I’m on the struggle bus. My physical health has taken the brunt of the stress and so I am doing everything I can possibly think of to minimize the stress, cope, and get through this.

First of all, this is no surprise to me. I knew that nursing school would be stressful. Even more so with a hubby, kids and a job. But I can only juggle so much at once and a ball will drop eventually….Trust me, the irony is not lost on me that I am taking mental health and struggling with my own sanity! ๐Ÿ˜‰

To cope, I have been seeing my therapist, practicing yoga, meditation, journaling (away from the internet), and taking time for myself. This is all very hard to implement into an already packed schedule, especially when I would rather sleep than do anything else. And sometimes, I do sleep. My body is saying I need it so I do it. The weather was so nice for the last couple weeks so being outside, even for a short amount of time, was nice. Now it’s back to cold and snow. ๐Ÿ˜‰

This is the reality of nursing school. In no way am I complaining. I LOVE what I am doing and where I am going. There are some very exciting classes coming up (community health, Peds and OB (SQUEEEEEEEEE!!)). Mental health, in one way or another, affects each patient I will be caring for. If anything, some gentle encouragement that I am doing a good job, that I am going to make it work, that I am not going to fail and that I am going to be an amazing nurse are all nice things to hear. Also, prayers and just positive vibes.

I got this.

The stress, it will NOT have me. (work in progress…)

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Hi friends! Before the weekend I wanted to share an important post with you all. I don’t get too personal on the blog very often so this is one of those rare occasions when I will. 

I have a brother who is younger than me. We currently live 15 minutes from each other. He is happily married to an amazing lady whom I love with all my heart. She has made him the happiest I’ve ever seen him. Together, they are amazing. Before he met his wife, my brother had been through the marines, fought in the Iraq war, and has dealt with more mental health issues than I care to admit–and none of those issues are his fault. I mean, I’m not sure if you can blame mental health on any one or thing, but there are obviously times when people and situations can make it worse or better. He has started a blog to talk about his mental health and how it has evolved from childhood, to the marines, and after. I am certain that there are many people out there who can relate to his experience either personally or by someone they know. 

I’m so proud to be his sister. Our relationship is far from perfect but we love each other and I am so grateful that, despite all the shit he’s been through, he’s still here with us sharing his story, living his life as a husband and being an awesome uncle to my kids. Please follow the link below and check it out. Give him a follow, like, comment and share. 

Thanks. 

The Mental Marine