Nourish Psychiatry

07/24/2025

I concur!

This is 💯

I'm a child and adolescent psychiatrist. Over 50% of teens drop out of therapy before completing treatment. Most parents bring their teenagers to me frustrated: "They won't talk. They sit there with their arms crossed. They say nothing's wrong." The parents assume their teen is being defiant or stub...

07/17/2025

This is vital and congrats!

Soon, victims of domestic abuse will have access to every vital service they need under one roof. The Family Peace Center offers a safe, supportive space for survivors of domestic violence and their children. And instead of navigating a maze of agencies across the city, families can access counseling, legal assistance, medical care, law enforcement support, and advocacy in one secure, trauma-informed location. This coordinated approach reduces barriers, minimizes re-traumatization, and helps survivors rebuild their lives with dignity. Beyond crisis care, this Family Peace Center will promote long-term stability by connecting families to housing, job resources, and emotional healing. It’s not just a shelter—it’s a path to hope, safety, and lasting peace.

07/08/2025

I support this behavior change.

The next time you’re stuck, overwhelmed, or procrastinating…

Buy a can of Goya beans.

Sounds ridiculous, right?

That’s what I thought too — until I heard this story from a business mentor I respect.

He was working with a business owner who just couldn’t move forward.

Stuck in his head. Overthinking everything.

He knew what needed to be done… but wasn’t doing any of it.

So the mentor gave him one task:

“Go to the store and buy a can of Goya beans.”

The guy said, “Wait… what? Why?”

And the mentor replied:

“No questions. Just go. Buy the beans. Take a picture. Send it to me.”

So he did. Still confused.

Goes to the store, grabs a random can of Goya beans, comes home, snaps a pic, sends it.

The mentor calls and says:

“Perfect. Now you get it.”

He’s like, “Get what?”

And the mentor says:

“It’s not about the beans. It’s about movement. It’s about breaking the cycle of inaction. You don’t need the perfect next step. You just need a next step.”

Then he told him:

“Keep that can of Goya beans on your desk. Every time you feel stuck…

Every time you want to overthink instead of act…

Look at that can and remember:

GOYA = Get Off Your Ass.”

I love that.

Because as business owners, we don’t always need more strategy.

Sometimes we just need to move.

Even if it starts with a can of beans.

07/07/2025

Our hearts are heavy as we join in prayer across the country for those in Texas who have lost so much in recent flooding. We ask God for their comfort and safety as they continue search efforts while also grieving losses. May they feel His gentle reminders that they are not alone.
Specific prayer requests can be submitted here https://ncf-jcn.org/resources/prayer-calendar-and-requests

07/04/2025

Happy 4th of July from Nourish Psychiatry! 🎆

Today, we celebrate freedom, resilience, and the spirit of renewal — values that are close to our hearts. 🇺🇸

As fireworks light up the sky, may you find moments of peace, joy, and connection. Whether you’re gathered with loved ones or taking quiet time for yourself, remember: your mental health matters every day of the year.

✨ Here’s to independence — in our country, our minds, and our healing journeys.

With gratitude and hope,
💙 NP Clinic



⸻

Let me know if you’d like a version tailored to a graphic or with Christian language woven in.

06/21/2025

So profound!

The Things I Never Document

They ask for notes.
Vitals. Medications. Interventions.
Blood pressure at 9:00 a.m.
Wound dressing changed at noon.
IV line flushed at 3:15 p.m.

But there is no box to tick for heartbreak.
No field for the minutes I stood
holding the hand of a man who had just lost his wife.
No template for the way I swallowed my own tears
so he could fall apart in peace.

I charted her temperature, her oxygen, her pain score.
But not the way she smiled when I braided her hair,
because she said it made her feel less like a patient,
and more like a woman again.

There’s no line to write that I paused at the door,
took a breath, whispered a prayer,
and asked for the strength to stay gentle,
even when I was breaking too.

I document the time I administered morphine,
but not how I sat beside her afterward,
listening to her talk about her late husband,
while death hovered like a shadow in the corner of the room.

I sign off tasks.
Not moments.
Not the way a teenage boy let out a sob
the moment his mother’s monitor went flat.
Not the way I caught him before he hit the floor.
Not the way I stayed long after my shift ended,
because no one should grieve alone.

The system asks for symptoms.
But it doesn’t ask for the stories.
The fears. The sacred silences.
The way I sometimes go home
carrying names I’ll never forget
and faces I still pray for in the dark.

Because nursing is more than procedures.
It is presence.
It is prayer.
It is a thousand little acts of love
that never make it into the report.

So if you ask what I do,
know this:

Yes, I take vitals.
Yes, I give meds.
But I also bear witness.
To life.
To death.
To pain.
To resilience.

I am a nurse.
And the truest parts of my work
will never be documented.