I’m done with the PhD and I should be nothing but ecstatic
But I’m really just nothing but tired.
Seven years, two before that for the MA. And finally I have a PhD.
There’s relief there. But also this kind of numb feeling.
Ups and downs of emotion lately, and it can’t just be about school.
Every aspect of my life right now has confusion or disappointment or uncertainty.
But I’m really close to finding some stability. I hope.
I’m having trouble writing. I have so much I want to say and can’t figure out how to say it. So maybe silence is better, for a time.