Pages of Insight

Question after question, questioning who you are— how you speak so boldly, how you find the space to speak when you are still so new. Thought after thought whispers that something must be wrong. Until you realize—there isn’t. Though new, your voice carries meaning. It was meant to be heard. Not to be shunned. Not to be silenced. But strengthened. You learn you were never meant to quiet yourself to make others comfortable. You are not silenced because you are wrong— you are s

I found my way back to the lifelines— one day at a time. One day, slowly learning how to adjust. One day, learning how to heal. I began to understand the balance of what it means to be  a lifeline while also answering the call of the world beyond the bedside. How to hold space without losing myself. How to remain present without becoming depleted. And then came a deeper question: How do you pass that wisdom on? How do you teach someone what it means to be another person’s mi

Is it burnout, or is it something deeper? I ask myself the question often. I sit still, wanting only to remain between the lines. There is no clear purpose in that moment— only the desire to expand my world in ways that feel vast, quiet, and unimaginably safe. A voice calls out. A phone rings. Life reaches for me. And all I want is to stay right here— in between the lines. Responsibilities soften at the edges as words take over. Stories replace schedules. Pages offer refuge