Bipolar in Transition

I love my job. It sounds like a cliche - isn’t that what the ideal job is, something you love? But I genuinely, honestly, to my very core, love being a nurse. Four years in, and 200 years after the birth of Florence Nightingale, in the International Year of the Nurse and Midwife, it’s finally sinking in that I truly have found my calling. It just took me a while to get here. It was about 10 years ago I first explored the option of leaving my job in the booming WA mining industry to go study. Curtin University (my alma mater) was holding an information session in Geraldton where I lived. I could remotely study, which meant I didn’t have to uproot my family to the city. But the new semester started in a month. The timing was wrong. I gave up on the idea. Well, mostly. A few years later we did uproot the family, but to Albany, the largest city in the region where I grew up and where the majority of my family lived. The call of home was strong. I continued working in the mining in...