I was in the hospital because I was having stomach-related issues due to my Pica. Trina was the only person who stood out to me while I was there. I lost my son a few years ago and haven't found proper ways to cope. I've become bitter, angry, consumed with guilt, and lifeless, with no quality of life. Straight to work and then straight home with no in between. No hobbies pushed everyone away. She talked to me about how she lost someone special to her and could relate to what I was going through. She never judged me for my Pica or my feelings during the conversation. She only poured life into me. Told me I mattered and had a purpose and a life to live for my son and me. I wish I could list everything she said on here so you knew the impact of our conversation. She is one of those people I will never forget. She made me feel hope for myself. She understands my pain. I understood her pain and could see the growth pouring out of her, and it motivates me so much. I'm now also living for her. I'm going to sign up for an art class to take so I have more to my days than work and my bed and couch. I'm sorry I can't write the impact she made. But thank you so much, Trina, for that conversation. Thank you for choosing to be a nurse. You healed a part of me that I didn't realize could come back from just a 15-minute conversation. I wish you the best. Thank you for caring about me.