The surgeon made me cry. Not because of the procedure itself, but because of him—always agitated, never patient. His sharp tone cut deeper than the scalpel. Every rushed movement, every sigh of frustration, made me feel like a burden instead of a person. I tried to stay composed, but the tears came anyway, silent and hot. He didn’t notice. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t care.
Power-tripping in the OR creates a toxic environment where teamwork suffers and patient safety risks increase. When authority is misused, nurses can feel disrespected and powerless. Recognizing and addressing power struggles is vital to maintaining a respectful, effective operating room for everyone involved.
I used to measure my worth by praise, performance, and perfection. But the chase left me hollow. When I stopped seeking validation and started trusting my quiet strength, everything shifted. I didn’t need applause—I needed peace. And in that stillness, I found something deeper: enoughness, rooted in my own truth.
