PhD students are a miserable bunch. Or at least, I’m worried that’s how we must come across to the rest of the world.
It’s not about having a hassle-free PhD. It’s about picking yourself up when things suck.
Late last year I took a break from what was becoming a pretty intense relationship.
To get a higher paying job? Academic notoriety? Solving a specific problem? Saving the world?
Apart from a few, supremely well-adjusted individuals, everyone seems to suffer from imposter syndrome. If everyone has it, then maybe these feelings are normal?