Break..

Another difficult night. I've finally gotten a break. Being on the "terminal" floor, reminds me that just when you think you can't take anymore- you do, and you survive. Seeing death day in and day out reminds you of your own mortality and just how precious each day is. Life was meant to be lived. We weren't meant to just survive. We weren't meant to be numb, to live without feeling. Even though each morning when I arrive home, I cry until I there are no tears left, I'm thankful. I'm thankful for a heart full of love and compassion. I'm thankful that I made a difference in these people's lives, if only for a day. I'm thankful that I'm able to get out of my bed, to live, laugh and love. I'm thankful to be who I am, and be able to share my heart with the world. Time to go back, think of me-