I never used to hate my job. Sure, there were days that I didn’t really want to go in to work; days where I was tired or frustrated or just had something else going on. But overall I loved being able to help people, whether that meant helping them to get better, or helping them to pass on with dignity. Being a nurse was a large part of my personal identity. It wasn’t just what I did for a living, it was who I was—just like how I was a huge Harry Potter nerd and a chocoholic and a lover …





