I am over-extended, overspent, anxiety skyrocketing, hyper-sensitive and -defensive, and I’ve just realised that my daddy is never coming back.
My PhD is whooping my ass and I am struggling to keep it all together.
I’ve been advised to reach out for help because up until this point I’ve been highly functional. It’s hard for me to admit that I’m on the brink of falling apart- I think this is ego!
The last three weeks have been shitty. The water works have been on full display at the most awkward times, and I am not happy with my writing. Only my commitment to write every day is convincing me to hit ‘publish.’
I’m so sorry to be so complain-y, I feel like such a brat. I know I need to fight my way out of this slump.
Thanks so much for your genuine support and concern which I will always appreciate ❤
And I hope you are doing ok ❤