I know grad school is always hard, but I really had three consecutive hard years: first a cruel situation at the intersection of work and my personal life that pushed me out of the state twice and almost caused me to drop out, and made me so depressed I had trouble surviving
Then just as my depression was getting better, a literal pandemic that led to my whole social support system and all of my coping mechanisms collapsing overnight, so a major relapse I also had trouble surviving at first, really
During the pandemic job search: an insurrection attempt, people I love testing positive for COVID, a serial harasser trying to use my mental illness to discredit my jobworthiness
It took a long time through all of this to even want the dream I initially had again, but then with the pandemic and everything I didn't think I'd be able to do it. I feel so blessed today
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