This Is
My Story

30 Years on
the Frontline

I spent three decades as a Personal Support Worker in nursing homes, home care, and hospitals. It is one of the hardest jobs there is, mentally and physically. I was more than a support worker — I was an advocate and a lifeline for my patients and clients, often the one people came to when they had nowhere else to turn.

While I was caring for everyone else, I was also trying to hold onto myself. I lived through the nervous breakdowns, the sleepless nights, and the deep, heavy burnout that comes from years of long hours and selfless giving. I know exactly what it feels like to have no support and feel completely lost.

What Kept
Me Going

Mindful rezset and deep breathing weren't hobbies for me; they were survival tools. I would often use these practices directly with my patients and clients, guiding them through gentle breathing or a quiet moment of calm right at their bedside. It wasn't just for me — it was a fundamental part of how I cared for people. People depended on me — my patients, my family, and my friends. No matter how I felt, I pushed through to continue helping others.

Today, I am off on disability because my body and mind reached their limit. But even in my exhaustion, I knew I still had a job to do. I may not be a doctor or a therapist, but I am someone who has walked the path of burnout and found my way through it.

I am a guide with lived experience, here to walk beside you.