I used to think all I wanted to do was create beautiful things for the world to admire. That’s why I was so fixated on becoming a Costume Designer. I slogged it out and I was good at it and well on my way to making it happen, but then one day I went out and played a game of Netball and I sustained an injury that changed my life forever.
It’s been three years and it took a year and a half at home in rehab for me to realise I actually hated sewing. This was an extraordinarily monumental moment, for it led me to where I am today…26 and in my second year of uni studying Radiation Therapy.
My life took a flip side. I moved out of home, to a new city, no friends, no family, started a completely new degree. It’s been bloody hard and I’ve had some pretty intense emotional meltdowns, but now I finally feel like I’m doing what I’m meant to; even if sometimes I freak out and ask myself, ‘WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE!?’ And then I remember I may not want to be an RT for the rest of my life, but changing the patient experience and where I want to take it, starts here.
All these changes have also allowed me to start tuning into my conscious needs and discovering who I am, delving into the realm of spirituality. Something I have denied myself for many years.
It’s starting to make those little flaps of skin at the top of my nails (you know…they hurt if you lightly graze and bend them in different directions). Totally beginning to dry my hands out. Not a fan.