I saw this post and I had to really reflect before speaking.
Let’s clear something up,being quiet about your life is not a trophy, and sharing your life is not a crime.
If someone has stayed in the UK for 3 years without posting it, that’s their choice. But that choice doesn’t automatically make them deeper, wiser, or more mature than someone who shares their milestones online.
We need to stop ranking personalities.
Some people guard their privacy because that’s how they feel safe.
Some people share their journey because that’s how they feel alive.
Some heal in silence.
Some heal by speaking.
Both are healthy when they come from a genuine place.
Not everything posted is for validation. Sometimes it’s gratitude. Sometimes it’s documentation.
Sometimes it’s simply joy. And joy deserves expression too.
Maturity is not measured by how hidden you are.
Insecurity is not measured by how visible you are.
The real measure is intention.
Are you living in alignment with who you truly are?
Or are you choosing silence or visibility just to fit into a trend?
There is strength in privacy.
There is strength in expression.
What truly matters is authenticity.
And let’s also remember something important, bad things still happen to people who are private.
Being low-key is not a shield against life’s realities.
Privacy does not guarantee protection, and it definitely does not guarantee forever.
So instead of competing over who is more “mature,” focus on living fully, honestly, and intentionally.
Don’t let anyone redefine your personality in the name of maturity. Live in a way that feels true to you.
PS: if you feel you're too private for this page, please use the unfollow button and save yourself the stress of dealing with my immaturity because I haven't even started yet.T for thanks
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As emergency nurses’ week begins, I find myself reflecting on why I do what I do, and what being an ER nurse means to me. I do this in an open letter to America:
Dear America,
You ask me what I do for a living, and I tell you, “I’m an ER nurse”. You then meet me with a response that goes a little something like this:
“Wow, you must see a lot of crazy shit, huh? What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen?”
So, I think to myself for a second, in silence. I think about the shit I’ve seen.
And then I typically just laugh it off and tell you about that time someone tried to sell me a story about how they “accidentally” fell on a bottle of cologne in an attempt to explain why it is now lodged so far up their rectum that it’s going to require surgery to take it out. Or maybe I’ll even tell you about that time someone signed in with a chief complaint of “I broke my dick”, and they actually did—bravo.
While these stories are funny, maybe even crazy for some, they don’t actually come anywhere close to the actual shit we see. So why don’t I tell you the truth? I tell you these funny stories instead, because you’re asking for an answer to a question that you are not even remotely ready to hear.
America…We. See. Some. Shit.
I don’t expect you to get it, I don’t expect you to understand the weight of what you’re asking me. When you ask me to tell you the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, if you got an honest answer, this is what it would look like:
I’ve seen life come into this world, and I’ve seen it leave. I’ve seen the wonders of a little drug called TPA work right before my eyes. I’ve seen trauma victims who otherwise would not have made it, make it. I’ve seen a man go pulseless in front of me, only to see that same man sit up after being defibrillated and ask me what just happened. I’ve seen people refuse care that could save their life, because they just can’t do it anymore.
I’ve seen a mother fall to her knees after we’ve told her that her baby is gone. I’ve seen people burned beyond recognition. I’ve seen the look on a loved ones’ face after we’ve told them “we did everything we could”. I’ve seen countless people hold on just long enough to make it to us, and I’ve been blessed enough to see those same people walk out of those double doors at the end of the day. Most of all, I’ve seen what an incredible difference we have the opportunity to make in another’s life.
So, America, to answer your question, what’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen? The power of resiliency. The power of teamwork. The power of medicine. The power of prayer.
Being an ER nurse means I get to be a part of something so much bigger than myself, and that is such a blessing. Thank you to all of the people that trust their lives to us. Thank you to all of my co-workers that make the tough times bearable. I’ve been blessed to work beside the most amazing humans.
Shout out to all the nurses, doctors, paramedics, respiratory therapists, radiology techs, pharmacists, PCTs & social workers that share this crazy ER life with me!
We laugh, we cry, we save lives. I wouldn’t trade this shit for anything.
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