I must be broken. That’s the only explanation. Unwanted by those supposed to love me most. I must be defective. They must see something fundamentally wrong with me. Relinquished by my birth family. Left shortly before my wedding. Good people don’t have this happen to them, do they? I’m not really sure anymore. It seems … More Am I Broken?
It can be terrifying signing yourself up for graduate school. My PhD program is 5-6 years of intense work and multiple hurdles you must get through. Know that the people in your program are going through the exact same thing. There are mental health resources on campus that you can seek out. Not all departments advertise this. Find it for yourself. Don’t let yourself fall into the trap I did. Your situation doesn’t have to be permanent. … More Shhhh….
Writing these words is terrifying. For some reason, what happened to me feels like a failure. I’m still not certain that I am completely innocent. … More Quarter Life Crisis