Ivy Hernani

I am a nurse and a mother, and it truly takes a heart to be one. As a caring profession, it requires much love and dedication. However, even before I've come to embrace both this roles, writing has already been my passion; my security. And this passion aforementioned makes me. It always will.

To present my experience, I actually had no job experience since I am a newly graduate nurse last March[removed]I've had english and grammar classes in college although my degree doesn't entirely go in line with writing. Despite the difficulty to constantly keep my toes dancing with words, I have continued to keep this passion subsisting by writing poems, essays, reaction papers, case studies and researches in lieu with nursing. However, my limited educational units to support writing and lack of professional writing experience do not threaten me for I myself do believe in my own capacity to write simply because I don't see writing as a heavy load to push, but a floating light feather that kept my senses awake and extant.

When I write, everything seems in control despite allowing words to get lost, break, reunite, then exist.
When I write, I await the words to embrace its own course and show the meaning it ever withheld; finding its own place while flowing at its own pace, with all other.
When I write, I write for the love of writing.
When I write, words seem to gain life. But, truth is, it is what makes me feel alive.