I am a nurse and I am exhausted. After years of working through crisis after crisis, I feel like I have nothing left to give. But every shift there are patients who need me, and I cannot walk away. I became a nurse because I wanted to help people. I wanted to hold the hand of someone who was scared, to bring comfort in the darkest moments, to be the person who never gave up on a patient. And I have done those things, thousands of times. But the toll is real. I have lost count of how many patients I have watched take their last breath. I have comforted families in waiting rooms with news that would shatter their world. I have held it together at work only to fall apart in my car in the parking lot. My colleagues are leaving the profession in droves. Those of us who remain are stretched impossibly thin, working double shifts, skipping meals, carrying the emotional weight of a system that is broken. I am not asking for prayers for myself alone, but for every healthcare worker who shows up every day despite being depleted. Pray for our strength, our mental health, our families who sacrifice alongside us, and for a system that truly supports the people who care for others.