We are human.
This year I left my job, a job I was really good at, a job I did a lot of good in, a job (for the most part) I really loved. Its a strange thing when something you love becomes the enemy. When your tolerance to the things that ordinarily you'd push through professionally become too unbearable to deal with. If you've read my blog post 'Hospice nursing in a pandemic' you will have some insight into the in's and out's of the professional issues I and my former colleagues had being facing during the first six months of the Pandemic. For me though, the 'push' to fight on became too much. Made redundant in September 2020 and re-deployed into a job I didn't enjoy anywhere near as much within the organisation, my enthusiasm, vision, and loyalty gradually drained from me as work became a barren place to be and life outside had very little to offer to distract my soul from the daily socialisation with death. You see when your job is to focus on death and d