Why PS Society?

There are moments in life when everything feels like it’s unraveling. When the identity you worked so hard to build no longer feels like yours. When even your calling starts to sound like someone else’s voice.

That’s where I was when PS Society came into my life.

I had just left bedside nursing—something I once believed I was divinely called to do. It wasn’t just a job change; it was an existential crisis. I had given so much of myself to nursing, only to find myself burnt out, disillusioned, and questioning everything—my path, my purpose, even my faith. I stepped away from my pursuit of becoming a Family Nurse Practitioner because the system kept failing—patients, nurses, and ultimately, me.

Imposter syndrome hit hard. I knew I had potential, but I didn’t feel equipped. I was in a role I was qualified for on paper, yet internally I felt like I was drowning in doubt. I didn’t know what I wanted next—I just knew I needed a lifeline.

That lifeline came in the form of PS Society, introduced to me by my cousin at exactly the right time.

From the moment I walked in, something shifted. I was greeted, seen, and heard—not for what I could offer, but for who I was. People actually listened. They were curious about my interests and dreams—and they didn’t laugh or minimize them. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could show up without a mask.

And it didn’t stop there.

The community saw me. They saw the skills I had gathered along the way—skills I’d often given freely and quietly, never expecting anything in return. But here, they didn’t just accept what I shared—they implemented it. They gave credit. They reflected back to me the value I had forgotten I possessed.

That kind of affirmation? Life-changing.

In PS Society, I met women who uplifted, applauded, supported, and grounded me. There was no judgment for what I carried, no shame in where I hadn’t yet arrived. I didn’t have to perform or prove my worth. I could set boundaries—and still be held with care and respect.

They showed me that success doesn’t always look like productivity or perfection. Sometimes, success is simply showing up. Being present. Being real. And being loved for that alone.

I don’t attend every event. I volunteer more behind the scenes—I’m a mom, a caregiver, and a grad student. But when I do show up, I feel the love. I feel the connection. I meet women from every walk of life, and I get to learn from their wisdom, their strength, their beautiful differences in how they experience this world.

And somehow, it all feels so familiar—like coming home to a version of womanhood that isn’t about competition, but compassion. Not about climbing over one another to rise, but reaching down and lifting each other up.

Through PS Society, I’ve embraced what it means to lead and love as a woman. To honor the unique way I think, feel, and contribute. To stop hiding behind a polished exterior, and instead show up as the deeply thoughtful, wildly creative, ever-evolving soul I am.

I’m endlessly grateful to my cousin, for seeing the light in me when I had almost forgotten it was still there. And to PS Society, for giving me back to myself.

They helped me come home to me, hopefully they will help you come home to you too.

Love, Taylor

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