Growing up, I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to do, but one thing was certain—I wanted to help people. Even as a little kid, whenever a family member got hurt, I’d rush to their side, trying to play nurse or doctor. Of course, sometimes I’d make things worse, but my heart was always in the right place.
In high school, one of my close friends was in the nursing program, and she seemed to love it. Watching her talk about her classes and the work she was doing sparked something in me. I started looking into nursing, curious about what it might be like. At the time, I wasn’t entirely sure it was for me, but the more I learned, the more intrigued I became.
Taking that leap was terrifying. I was scared of failing my classes, being away from my family and friends, and not being good enough. But deep down, I knew I had to try. When I passed my first year, something clicked. That’s when I realized, “I CAN do this.”
From that moment on, I poured myself into my studies and nursing. I quickly fell in love with the work—the care, the connection, the opportunity to make a difference. Before I knew it, four years had flown by, and I had become a nurse.
Looking back now, I’m so grateful I took that chance. What started as uncertainty became a lifelong passion I couldn’t imagine living without.
