Not sure what I am looking for here. I know I am grateful for the anonymity. Why? Because I am so ashamed. I feel guilty. I feel anxiety and loss of sleep because I am questioning my purpose. I work as a contingent float nurse for a large health system, multiple sites, all getting hit very hard. We are on target to become the next US epicenter. I have not worked since early March. My husband is a frontline worker and we have 3 small children, one with asthma. As the governor pleads for volunteers and workers, I feel as though I am not doing my part. I feel pain and fear for my nursing community, but am putting my family first. I do not have faith in the recommendations provided by the CDC that are created based on lack of supplies. I do not have faith in a healthcare system that doesn’t want us to wear any type of protection (no homemade masks allowed yet) when dealing with any patient/ the assumed healthy population. I am a darn good nurse, I care greatly and work hard, but this....THIS, I am having a hard time defining myself as a nurse right now. Mother, wife,...coward. I might quit. I am not sure, I have a few weeks to pray for more supplies and strength. I would love to be considered one of the heroes, but not a martyr.And sending my kids to stay with someone else is not an option at this point, as my husband has been working. Thanks for reading. God bless everyone