When I came into the hospital intoxicated and suicidal, I felt like that was the darkest and lowest point of my life. I felt ashamed, alone, embarrassed, and very afraid. When I learned I had to go to the 7th floor, the dreaded “psych ward,” I was terrified as I had heard stories of that place. But when I was brought up to the 7th floor, there was a nurse there who immediately showed care and compassion for me. They asked me if I had gotten any meds yet, as I had been in the emergency room for the night and was upset when I said no, I had gotten nothing. The nurse immediately got on the phone and started looking into that for me and was so kind and compassionate. They asked me if I was hungry, and I said not really. They offered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My all-time favorite sandwich and comfort food. They brought it to me, and I ate it. I was in alcohol withdrawal and very shaky. They helped me wash my hands, drink my water bottle, and walked me arm in arm to my room as I was very lightheaded and dizzy. The care and compassion this nurse showed me at such a low point in my life made me feel cared about and like a human being again – as when I got to the hospital, I felt like I was nothing, not worth anything to anybody. The care this nurse showed me inspired me to care for myself again. This nurse truly is one of the kindest people I have ever met. I will never forget.