As the month of March is coming to a close, I'm now only 2 months away from my 7-year anniversary as an RN. To many in this community, I'm sure that still seems "fresh." To me, I find it hard to believe that May 31st kicks off my 8th year as a registered nurse. Where did the time go? Look how much I've learned... look at the confidence and experience I've gained. Look at all I have still to even scratch the surface of...
Look at all of the times that I swore I'd quit.
The more I network with fellow nurses, the more I realize that thoughts like this are overwhelmingly common in the field of nursing and healthcare in general. Especially in more acute/critical departments, burnout is all too common. (I've worked just over 6 of my 7 years as an ER/ICU nurse.)
But the frustration remains: No matter how many "worth it" moments we have, there seems to be just as many aggravating, frightening, or heartbreaking moments standing in line to compete with the good times.
Over the past 6 months, I have struggled more than ever with letting negative experiences or the emotions connected with patient deaths bleed over into my personal life. I recall a few weeks ago lying in bed at 8am after a 7pm - 7am night shift in the ER that was particularly challenging. As I thought about life and death and work and all that's in between, my eyes started to well up with tears. Not because of what I had experienced at work that night, but because as I sat there thinking I could see so clearly how I had been letting these emotions spill into my life at home.
I'm a 26-year-old male nurse. Last August I was wed to the love of my life and have had the joy (and immense challenge) of raising her 3-year-old son with her. And for Christmas? We got a puppy - an adorable yellow lab named Bentley whom we love dearly and spoil and dote upon almost as much as we do with our son.
But as I laid there in bed, teary-eyed, I thought back over the last few months we've all spent together. I could remember times where I turned down opportunities to go on a walk with my wife and son and puppy because I felt so drained. I remembered times that I yelled most certainly too loudly at the puppy because of having accidents in the house while we potty train him. I remember times when our son would spill a drink or make a normal mistake that a toddler might make... and instead of meeting that circumstance with compassion and seizing the opportunity to teach him, I instead met it with anger and frustration, scolding him for not being more cautious. I remembered times when my wife would ask me "Are you ok?" at least three times in an hour because I was disengaged and distant, still trying to shake the negative emotions from what are common negative outcomes when you work as an Emergency Room nurse. I remember times where our intimacy suffered because I was either too tired, too sad/depressed, or we were both too frustrated after a day of fighting due to my "funk" that I couldn't shake.
Don't get me wrong... my wife is very supportive of me. She listens and understands to the best of her ability. But still, despite all of the support in the world, there are some things that just take time to shake.
And that's why I'm here now, writing this article. I knew something had to change. Although I love my job and the opportunities to help and heal and the profession in general, the monotony was killing me. I had to kick the "habits" instead of "kicking the dog."
So that's what I've been doing... changing things up. I'm still working the same job, same hours, same departments... but I'm adding things to my routines to kill the habits and the monotony. I've joined multiple online nursing communities, as well as two professional organizations: the ENA and the AACN. I'm studying for CEN and CCRN certifications, and going through the planning to start pursuing my bachelor's degree this coming fall or spring. And you know what? It's changed so much for me. There are still terrible shifts. There are still times when I lose my cool and feel exhausted... but I have a breath of fresh air and a renewed energy as I learn new things and pursue new goals.
Socrates once said "The unexamined life is not worth living." I think that holds true, in part, for our occupations as well. Are you being drained by habitual monotony at your job? Or are you expanding and advancing your career? Are you finding ways to challenge AND relax your mind? Or are you allowing the rollercoaster of emotions you might experience at work to bleed into your personal life? The unexamined career is not worth holding. Take a step back. Look at how far you've come, and set goals for your future. Admit when you lose your cool. Admit your faults if you're "kicking the dog." Apologize q1hr PRN. We all learn about the nursing process: Assessment, diagnosis, planning, implementation, and evaluation. We would do well do use the same process in evaluating our own careers, stressors, family lives, and mental health. After all, that's what nursing IS - identifying and treating the human response to life and stressors with compassion, knowledge, and respect. Take some time to be a nurse for yourself. Your health will improve. I can guarantee it.
What are some ways you have identified, experienced, or treated burnout in your own life? Comment below to share your story.
As the month of March is coming to a close, I'm now only 2 months away from my 7-year anniversary as an RN. To many in this community, I'm sure that still seems "fresh." To me, I find it hard to believe that May 31st kicks off my 8th year as a registered nurse. Where did the time go? Look how much I've learned... look at the confidence and experience I've gained. Look at all I have still to even scratch the surface of...
Look at all of the times that I swore I'd quit.
The more I network with fellow nurses, the more I realize that thoughts like this are overwhelmingly common in the field of nursing and healthcare in general. Especially in more acute/critical departments, burnout is all too common. (I've worked just over 6 of my 7 years as an ER/ICU nurse.)
But the frustration remains: No matter how many "worth it" moments we have, there seems to be just as many aggravating, frightening, or heartbreaking moments standing in line to compete with the good times.
Over the past 6 months, I have struggled more than ever with letting negative experiences or the emotions connected with patient deaths bleed over into my personal life. I recall a few weeks ago lying in bed at 8am after a 7pm - 7am night shift in the ER that was particularly challenging. As I thought about life and death and work and all that's in between, my eyes started to well up with tears. Not because of what I had experienced at work that night, but because as I sat there thinking I could see so clearly how I had been letting these emotions spill into my life at home.
I'm a 26-year-old male nurse. Last August I was wed to the love of my life and have had the joy (and immense challenge) of raising her 3-year-old son with her. And for Christmas? We got a puppy - an adorable yellow lab named Bentley whom we love dearly and spoil and dote upon almost as much as we do with our son.
But as I laid there in bed, teary-eyed, I thought back over the last few months we've all spent together. I could remember times where I turned down opportunities to go on a walk with my wife and son and puppy because I felt so drained. I remembered times that I yelled most certainly too loudly at the puppy because of having accidents in the house while we potty train him. I remember times when our son would spill a drink or make a normal mistake that a toddler might make... and instead of meeting that circumstance with compassion and seizing the opportunity to teach him, I instead met it with anger and frustration, scolding him for not being more cautious. I remembered times when my wife would ask me "Are you ok?" at least three times in an hour because I was disengaged and distant, still trying to shake the negative emotions from what are common negative outcomes when you work as an Emergency Room nurse. I remember times where our intimacy suffered because I was either too tired, too sad/depressed, or we were both too frustrated after a day of fighting due to my "funk" that I couldn't shake.
Don't get me wrong... my wife is very supportive of me. She listens and understands to the best of her ability. But still, despite all of the support in the world, there are some things that just take time to shake.
And that's why I'm here now, writing this article. I knew something had to change. Although I love my job and the opportunities to help and heal and the profession in general, the monotony was killing me. I had to kick the "habits" instead of "kicking the dog."
So that's what I've been doing... changing things up. I'm still working the same job, same hours, same departments... but I'm adding things to my routines to kill the habits and the monotony. I've joined multiple online nursing communities, as well as two professional organizations: the ENA and the AACN. I'm studying for CEN and CCRN certifications, and going through the planning to start pursuing my bachelor's degree this coming fall or spring. And you know what? It's changed so much for me. There are still terrible shifts. There are still times when I lose my cool and feel exhausted... but I have a breath of fresh air and a renewed energy as I learn new things and pursue new goals.
Socrates once said "The unexamined life is not worth living." I think that holds true, in part, for our occupations as well. Are you being drained by habitual monotony at your job? Or are you expanding and advancing your career? Are you finding ways to challenge AND relax your mind? Or are you allowing the rollercoaster of emotions you might experience at work to bleed into your personal life? The unexamined career is not worth holding. Take a step back. Look at how far you've come, and set goals for your future. Admit when you lose your cool. Admit your faults if you're "kicking the dog." Apologize q1hr PRN. We all learn about the nursing process: Assessment, diagnosis, planning, implementation, and evaluation. We would do well do use the same process in evaluating our own careers, stressors, family lives, and mental health. After all, that's what nursing IS - identifying and treating the human response to life and stressors with compassion, knowledge, and respect. Take some time to be a nurse for yourself. Your health will improve. I can guarantee it.
What are some ways you have identified, experienced, or treated burnout in your own life? Comment below to share your story.