>Change is gonna come

>A couple of weeks… A couple of weeks stand between me and probably one of the biggest achievements of my life. I will be done with nursing school in a little over two months. I will have a career that I have wanted for years. I will be done with school, at least for awhile. I will have finally done it. Yet I am afraid. Don’t get me wrong, I am not afraid of being a nurse, its my life’s passion. I am afraid of the change to come. My life will change and I am sure for the better, and yet… I am afraid. I know why and it bothers me that it, well, bothers me. I am afraid of what others strive for. I am afraid of NOT having to work so hard, of NOT being a student, of NOT having to be full time here and there. I am afraid of having down time. Since the death of my mother I learned to deal with emotions by NOT dealing with them at all, just keep myself busy. I graduated high school with honors because I threw myself into school. I immediately got a full time job after school. I then went to college, never below full time. Since I was 19 years old I have been a full time employee and student somewhere. I have barely had time to sleep, let alone grieve and now I am afraid of what will happen when I DO have time. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to grieve. I don’t want to feel. I just want to keep floating through life like I have been. I don’t want things to change and there is the problem. I know me, I know the person I am. I won’t sit back and enjoy my new career, my free time, my increase in pay. I won’t travel, spend money, and have fun. I will work full time, and get a second job or probably try to find a reason to go back to school so things stay the way they are. Being stretched to the limit has become my comfort zone. Not dealing with my emotions has become my norm. I don’t know how to just LIVE, to just BE. Its like the 90’s movie “Speed”, if the bus slows down or stops its going to blow up. I am that bus, if I slow down or stop I am going to finally explode from the inside out. I am afraid of all the things I will start to remember, all the things I hid away, all the things I never dealt with. I’m afraid… I’m afraid


One thought on “>Change is gonna come

  1. >I kinda know what you mean. I'm always doing something so I don't really think about my sister being terminally ill. I sometimes get annoyed when my mom calls about absolutely nothing because I think that call is the call I know is coming and panic inside.

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