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.
You have graphs. You have answers. The only thing left is to figure out what the hell you think about them. And then to write it all down.
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?