“I’m running on fumes. Three days of being everything for everyone… and somehow still not enough for the system.”
“I cried in the supply closet again… then walked out like nothing happened because that’s the job.”
“I charted more than I breathed today… and still got told I was behind.”
“I don’t even feel like a person right now. Just a badge, a body, and a pulse they can schedule.”
“I’m scared I’m losing myself in this. Like the job is swallowing the parts of me that used to feel alive.”
“I’m home but I’m not really here. My body made it back, but my mind is still stuck in that unit.”
“Please tell me I’m not crazy. Today made me feel like I’m the problem for wanting basic respect.”
“I feel invisible. Except when something goes wrong—then suddenly everyone knows my name.”
“I gave everything today and it still wasn’t enough. I don’t know how much more I can pour out.”
“I’m too tired to even be angry. And that might be the worst part.”
“I need someone to remind me why I chose this. Because right now I honestly can’t remember.”
“I just want someone to take care of me for once. I’m so tired of being the strong one.”
“Can you just tell me I’m doing my best.”
“My feet hate me and my soul hates this place. I’m so tired of giving more than I have.”
“I feel guilty for wanting to quit… but I also feel guilty for staying.”