Addictions.

Have you ever realized how many things we are addicted to?

Cell phones, television, sugar, Monday Night Football, adrenaline...whatever it may be, it causes a distraction from what we should be focusing on - family and friends and taking care of ourselves.

I'm addicted to chocolate, there's no way around it. I finish a meal and know I'm not hungry, but crave the taste of chocolate on my tongue, so I eat it, because I lack self-control...but I'm working on it.

At one point I was addicted to alcohol as a coping mechanism, telling myself it was just a way to "let loose" when really it was a way to avoid the responsibility I had for a few hours.
The hardest part of believing that lie is when it's truth was revealed after sobering up each day.
I was shown reality and kept avoiding it, because I was unhappy with myself.

I wish I could tell you I was completely sober, but on occasion I still drink. I do aim to stay coherent now, at least.

So I guess you could say I'm getting a little better. I work on my mental health a lot more now, which has been a game changer.

I'm a nurse and it's disheartening how little we are taught about mental health in school. We're taught about the disorders and the drugs and their side effects, sure, but we're not taught how to help someone heal when they are mentally broken.

There's very little attention to that aspect in nursing school, and medical school alike from what I'm told.

So I want to be a part of changing that.
A part of making mental health a focus of health care practitioners.
A part of dissolving the stigma around mental health.
A part of healing our wounded hearts and minds.
A part of you knowing you are worthy of love and healing.

So let's do it together, heal the world with love.

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