Nursing is not always holding a patient’s hand at the bedside or listening to a family member grieve or welcoming uncomplicated, new life or being a knowledgeable and present professional in times of crisis. No, there are some not-so-inspirational nursing and healthcare moments rarely discussed in print.

Writing is vulnerability in print. It’s realization. Even as I work to be honest and open, you only see and read portions that I allow you access.

At the moment, I’m broken-spirited. I’m angry. I’m hurt. I’m confused. I’m shocked. I’m disappointed. I’m a whole range of emotions I don’t think are necessary.

I’m experiencing one of those paradigm-shifting circumstances. I can only think of one other time in my career in which I’ve felt like this, realizing my views (about many healthcare issues) are, indeed, morphing.

There are really so many things I could write about at this moment, but I’m not going to do so. At least not for an audience.

My self-induced censorship is purposeful but transparent. As much as censorship can be.

Are there any other writers that live this conundrum?