My friend had her first child several months ago. The baby's father left the scene so she was all alone. There she was in her hospital room with a beautiful baby and the night before she was to be discharged she confided to me that she really didn't want to go. That she felt so safe in her "little nest". Reminded me of how it felt when I left rehab, scared to death. Reminded me of my first day back to work, scared to death. So you know where all of this is going.
As a nurse, you know that wounds to the skin heal at a rate of 1 mm a day. You have a deep wound to your psyche, and it will take a while and it will heal slowly. And as it does, your level of comfort will grow and the size of your world will grow. I am still afraid of a lot of stuff, but that wound has healed. So I am less self-conscious and more trusting as I go out in the community that there will always be someone there to help me if I need it. I can know that because I've had lots of experience. Your experience is in front of you.
I'm happy you've joined these discussions and I am looking forward to your future!
Dan Gottlieb Ph.D.
"wisdom of Sam: observations on life from an uncommon child"