I was recently admitted into the psych floor at St. Joseph, and Heidi Trumble is the first nurse I remember having after waking up from a day I didn't (and still don't) remember. I was so rude to her, and I was absolutely terrified about being where I was and everything going on with me. As soon as she was in the room with me, she helped explain my situation and calm me down. Without her as my nurse, I don't think I would have been able to regulate my first day there.

Heidi helped encourage me to get out of bed and do my hair, which helped me feel more like me than I thought it would. Every time I talked to Heidi, it really felt like she cared about me. She had the hard conversations with me that I really needed to hear, even when I didn't want to. She also smiled every single time she passed me in the hallway, which helped me feel seen in a place where I felt so small.

A specific moment I remember was when she brought me a puzzle that someone had dropped off for me. I was struggling to be positive about anything, but Heidi came into my room with a huge smile, pointing out all of the cool pictures, and her being excited about me getting a puzzle is what really made me realize that I was in control of my attitude and that acting miserable wouldn’t help me get better. While I still wasn't loving the fact that I was in the hospital, I felt more able to control my emotions and be more engaged with other people in the group. Heidi really made me feel seen and cared for while she was my nurse.