Pvt. Nurse Nicky grew up on a small farm outside Christchurch, New Zealand, where caring for animals and land was not a philosophy but a daily practice. She trained first as a veterinary assistant and later as a nurse, drawn by the same instinct in both directions: something needs looking after, and she was going to be the one to do it.
She was good at it. She was also, for a long time, too much of it. She worked in remote community clinics where she was often the only healthcare presence available, and she responded by making herself available for everything, to everyone, all the time. She did not ask for help. She did not stop. She did not rest. She believed that as long as she kept going, the people in her care would be fine.
They were. She was not. The burnout arrived without warning, as it always does when you have been ignoring every warning for months, and she sat on the floor of a clinic storeroom at two in the morning and understood that she had been treating everyone except herself.