The warning signs were there – I felt tired more than usual, did not want to go to work, had no motivation to do additional work, nor did I enjoy the work I did do. My mind was constantly elsewhere, flitting from one subject to another, forgetting patient’s names and history. I had been picking up shifts, rarely sleeping more than six hours a night, eating infrequently, and working out less so. Consequently, the quality of my work suffered considerably and I felt miserable.
Pacifying myself with self-indulgent behaviors, I gained weight, spent less time with my family, and watched more movies and shows. The feelings of restlessness and misery would dissipate, I thought. Around the same time, my grandmother’s health declined sharply and she ended up in the hospital. Spending so much time in the hospital atmosphere was draining, but having family there was nerve-wracking in the most literal sense. I was grateful for my “nurse mindset”which allowed me to take each day at a time and prioritize my grandma’s health goals instead of becoming completely overwhelmed and breaking down.
Helping care for my grandma was a metaphorical reset button. Although I was still consistently thinking about my grandma, I returned to work with a renewed sense of purpose and vigor. Initially I discredited the experience as a mere “rough patch” at the beginning of a burgeoning nursing career. However now I wonder if I was feeling “burnt out” as all nursing students are taught may happen over the course of our nursing career.
Has this ever happened to you? What kinds of thoughts/feelings did you experience? What did you do to recover yourself?