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😢 I WAS A NURSE BACK IN INDIA… BUT HERE IN LONDON I'M CLEANING FLOORS IN A CARE HOME 😭→❤️ The hardest part isn't the physical exhaustion. The hardest part is looking in the mirror in the morning and not recognising the woman staring back at you. Where is that nurse from Lucknow? Where is the woman who worked in a hospital and helped save lives? My name is Priya Sharma. I'm 35 years old, from Lucknow, India. Three years ago I came to London with a suitcase full of hope and my nursing diploma in my bag. I thought the UK would open its doors for me. I kept telling myself: "The UK needs nurses. My qualification is good. I'll work in a proper hospital, earn in pounds, and finally give my mother the life she deserves." I left my mother behind. Her name is Kamla. She was just 62 when I left. Her health was never good — high blood pressure, always something wrong. At the airport in Lucknow she held my hand and quietly asked: "Beti… will you really become a proper nurse in the UK? Will you come back for me?" I held back my tears and said: "Of course, Maa. I'll work hard, sort out all the paperwork and bring you over with me. The hospitals here are the best. You'll get the best doctors." I left with a plan. But the reality hit me much harder than I expected. Getting your Indian nursing qualification recognised in the UK is a long and painful process. First you need to pass the NMC CBT — the computer-based test. Then the OSCE — the practical clinical exam. Then the English language test — IELTS with 7.0 in every section. All of this costs thousands of pounds — exam fees, preparation courses, application fees. It takes two, three years. Sometimes longer. And while you're waiting — you still have to survive. Right now I work as a care assistant in a care home in East London. I look after elderly residents. I help them wash and dress. I clean floors. I clean toilets. I change pads. Shifts of 10 to 12 hours. Often nights. My pay? About £11–13 per hour. After t
