Dear Diary,

Today was the worst day of my life.

I had to sedate one of the mental patients with a syringe and take her to the recreational room because my older coworkers told me it was the right thing to do when she’s in this state. But, I don’t agree with that now that I did it. My heartbeat tells me something different. My heart tells me that she’s not as crazy as they set her out to be. I feel as if I’ve lost myself since I’ve became an intern. I don’t understand these feelings yet, but I hope one day I do.

Sincerly, Nurse Julie