It’s a long story involving a love of helping people, adrenaline, and a willingness to wear scrubs in public on a regular basis.

I left because I saw harm it had caused me and my husband, so we left to get into therapy and learn how to keep this same harm from happening to the kids.

It’s like finding a missing puzzle piece I didn’t know was gone. Realizing how much I’ve adapted over the years is both hard and empowering.

It’s not like Grey’s Anatomy, but yes, there’s drama—and we actually keep the lights on! It’s a unique skill set, more about procedure and equipment than traditional nursing.

There are no rules! If it helps, it works. Hang that sensory swing in the living room, decorate how you want, and give yourself grace—it’s your life.

Because life is serious enough! If you can’t stick googly eyes on a pager and call it therapy, you’re missing out.