'Reflective practice' - living in, working with mental illness... or something like that

I have had a few blogs that I ‘meant to write’ over the last few months. Particularly one I wanted to post on 12 May, regarding why Florence Nightingale is an inspiration; not just because she was the ‘founder of modern nursing’; but because she recognised that hospitals, and those that work in them CAN do more harm. This also leads to a piece I want to write on how writing about trauma informed care for fellow clinicians has helped me to come to terms better with my own – and what I have learnt along the way- something that I wish professionals had told me. But things have been pretty busy. Coping with the impact of Covid-19, working full time, studying for a masters ?! and to become an ISVA, lots of deadlines. And of course, there is managing my own mental health. Which is a full time job in its own sometimes. And trying to make sense of the current state of the world. But sometimes what you want to write, isn’t necessarily what you should write. And so here I am tonight. On