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2020 Anecdote #3

I’ve developed insomnia since the start of the pandemic. I used to be able to fall asleep almost immediately, but now I lay awake in bed for hours. It’s so frustrating. There’s not even anything in particular I am stressing about late at night. I just can’t seem to quiet my mind enough to sleep. I usually get up after a while to get some additional work done so that I can at least use the time productively. But then I am groggy the next morning and find it difficult to get going. This only compounds the problem, because then I start to rely on late-night hours to get work done, and the cycle continues. When I do eventually get to sleep, I keep having vivid, stressful dreams and waking up in a panic. For example, I had a dream recently that my parents’ cat was sick, but everyone in my family kept telling me she was fine and there was nothing to worry about. I tried calling the vet myself since no one else was doing so, but no one answered the phone. The dream devolved into an infinite loop of calling the vet over and over again without reaching anyone who could help. I think this dream and others I’m having speak to a sense of powerlessness in the face of so much global chaos. I haven’t found a good solution yet.  I’ve been trying to reduce my caffeine intake and to drink a glass of warm milk at night before going to bed. But even then, my insomnia persists.”

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2020 Anecdote #2

”Wow, what a dumpster fire of a year. As if finishing a Ph.D. weren’t hard enough?! Even before the pandemic, I struggled a lot with depression and anxiety. My experience with both feel intensely physical: I feel immense pressure in my chest, like a giant claw is squeezing my heart, or my hands go numb, like they aren’t part of my body, or I feel a deep, gasping emptiness in my gut. Sometimes, I feel all three at the same time.

The anxiety part really made getting help a struggle for me. Even though I KNEW that mental illness isn’t a personal failing, even though I KNEW my friends and colleagues would be immensely supportive, even though I KNEW therapy and medication works because it’s worked FOR ME in the past, I really struggled with shame and embarrassment that I was dealing with this again. And that shame transmuted into paralyzing social anxiety. At one point, I was afraid to even write down my own thoughts in my personal journal because what if in some distant future, my journal is subpoenaed and people discover all my embarrassing feelings, and then it goes viral as some Buzzfeed article about the ‘13 most embarrassing revelations in former Princeton graduate student’s journal’ and then it gets published on the front page of the New York Times, and then I get fired in public disgrace, and then all my friends and family leave me, and then I get sued for misrepresentation and lose my house, and then I’m a failure for the rest of my life? I mean, putting it down like that sounds crazy absurd, but my thinking was sufficiently disordered that I was seriously worried about this actually happening.

So what happened? Well eventually I summed up the courage to call a therapist and schedule an appointment. I got a referral for a psychiatrist and went back on antidepressants. I’ve been seeing both my therapist and psychiatrist for about a year, and it’s made a profound difference in my life. I’ve also started running recently to burn off anxiety energy. It’s not perfect, and things have definitely been exacerbated by the pandemic/forest fires/protests/murder hornets/etc, but I’m doing so much better. This time a year ago, I was ready to leave grad school to hide in a cave somewhere. This time a year ago, I was afraid to say anything. This time a year ago, I was desperate. It gets better. It’s not easy, but it gets better.”

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2020 Anecdote #1

”I think society strongly overvalues academic intelligence. You can see this in the insane culture of parents trying to get their kids into the best pre-school and obsessing over their children’s IQs. It’s unhealthy and frankly absurd. At least in my experience, I have significant doubts that my ability to succeed academically has really improved my life in any measurable way. I’m stressed out most of the time, depressed, and filled with continuous existential dread. My feelings of anxiety and depression have only increased in response to the pandemic. Graduate school is stressful on good days, toxic on bad days. Despite all the blood, sweat and tears that have gone into gaining a Ph.D., I am faced with grim academic job prospects, and I’m not sure anymore if an academic career is even the path I want. I’m living in my tiny apartment working all hours of the night in my lab and spending half of my paycheck on rent. I’ve honestly lost interest in my research. I fear my fancy academic career is not really impacting the world in a positive way, whereas other careers that might have required less training and sacrifice would have allowed me to have a more substantial positive impact in the world and perhaps would be more fulfilling.”

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Anecdote #13

When I was in undergrad, I experienced a trauma that was further compounded by my University failing to support me (and in fact, my University essentially implemented a gag order forbidding me from speaking publicly about what had happened). In ways that I couldn’t have anticipated, this pandemic has brought up a lot of those old feelings of betrayal and helplessness — specifically, those feelings have been re-triggered through advocating for my own students during this crisis. 

Some of my students have found themselves back in abusive households in the wake of forced campus move-outs, and though they are desperate for University housing resources, they’ve been met with institutional barrier after barrier. I’ve been doing everything I can to e-mail and call administrators on their behalf — which of course I am more than happy to do — but being “on the other side” of this University advocacy process has brought to the surface how alone I felt in undergrad, when I had no one to support or advocate for me. 

Some days I feel like an empowered new woman, being for my students the advocate I wish I’d had. Other days I still feel like that young, scared, lost girl who was ready to give up on grad school and academia altogether because it didn’t feel like universities were designed for people like me, who had experienced what I had. I never expected this global crisis to bring up such personal past issues for me. I’m fighting for my students, but I’m also fighting for myself, or at least the past version of myself who still lives inside me.

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I’m Fine – by Sarah Marie Bruno

I’m fine

By Sarah Marie Bruno

 

Sometimes I feel like the story of my life 

Isn’t about me;

It’s a movie starring a girl without a face,

Watching herself in two dimensions,

From a safe distance

I draw on my clothes like I draw on a smile

But I’ve forgotten what a dress looks like

It doesn’t matter.

They’ll say I’ve got my head in the clouds,

But the clouds are made of smoke

Sanity is knowing I’m suffocating in it

I’d rather be free,

Because if your face is blurry,

I don’t have to care.

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Anecdote #12

In this time of total lack of structure, it was initially difficult to balance time between work, family, and self. Sticking to a structured routine has been a great antidote to this feeling. I wake up at the same time every day, include meditation in my morning routine, work for most of the day (with frequent breaks), and take a regular walk in the evenings with my partner and dog before cooking dinner. Somehow, this hasn’t felt tedious, but instead rewarding and grounding.

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Anecdote #11

I feel a lot of pressure to be superhuman. Just trying to keep up with coursework and research became a herculean task, and as a G1, I worry that my newly formed friend groups will fade away without the ease of proximity. I was almost constantly anxious or stressed, and what has helped is getting into meditation again. I practiced gratitude, and gradually, things looked up. It became less taxing to think about my food and money situation. I started exercising at home thirty minutes a day, actually finding myself to have more energy than before. My friend group began regular Zoom calls to check in and play games together. Classes are thankfully almost over. The sky is really blue today, and that’s nice too.

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Anecdote #10

One thing that has helped me is reminding myself that this is not a normal situation in which to be working, and that I shouldn’t expect myself to be able to function “normally” or be as productive as I usually am. I’ve lived with anxiety and depression since high school, so going to school while feeling worried, distracted, unfocused, sad, numb, confused, panicked (and a whole host of other emotions) is nothing new to me. The difference now is that I feel less alone in it, knowing that so many of us are feeling the same things, all at the same time. Unfortunately, another difference is that I’m sort of cut off from a lot of my usual support systems, since I can’t physically be with my friends or really get out of the house, which makes it harder to deal with in a lot of ways. I’m still using many of the same coping strategies I’ve used before, like taking frequent breaks, paying close attention to my physical health with healthy meals and exercise, talking to my therapist, and talking to friends and family. I try to be gentle with myself, celebrating what I am able to get done rather than being angry with myself for the things I am unable to do. I remind myself frequently that family and my health come first, and whatever schoolwork and research I can get done after taking care of my family and myself is great, but is not the top priority. Thinking that way helps direct my anxiety away from my work, and ends up making it easier for me to get assignments done and continue to make progress, since I’m not so hung up on trying to work as if nothing is wrong. I think it’s important to honestly acknowledge how I’m feeling and accept it, and accept the momentary dip in my productivity, rather than trying to ignore it, which will only make things worse in the long run.

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Anecdote #9

Maintaining my mental health during the pandemic has been difficult. I am a single parent of a three-year old boy and I now have no childcare for him as the daycares are all closed. My days are spent trying to entertain him, teach him, and keep him engaged and active. The pandemic has taken a toll on him as well. He has developed anxiety and some concerning behaviors as a result of the turmoil of this situation, so he now requires even more attention than he did previously. It has been extremely difficult for me to get work done in this environment. I am supposed to defend my prospectus this Spring but there is no way I see that happening. Trying to keep up with coursework, program requirements, and paper writing while also ensuring my son’s physical, emotional, and cognitive needs are met, on top of dealing with the steady flood of distressing news that this pandemic produces is an impossible task. Balancing work and child care as a single parent was hard before this situation, and now I wonder if I will be able to do the dissertation work I planned to do before I run out of funding or if I will have to settle for rushed, mediocre work that will harm my job market prospects, risking the livelihood of my family. On top of these caregiving needs, I have not been able to get feedback from my advisor on the work I am trying to do as they have coronavirus and of course cannot work right now. I have talked to many other graduate students who have similar concerns. Despite fears for the health and safety of ourselves and our loved ones, graduate students have continued to work tirelessly to keep the university running—as preceptors, as research assistants, and as students. But we need help. We are all very scared right now. We came into academia because we are passionate about our work and we want our research to make contributions that will ultimately benefit society. But right now it feels as though our futures are uncertain and Princeton is not giving us the support we need to do what we were admitted to this university to do. I hope the university will recognize our needs and give us the aid that they fully have the means to give. The endowment is like a rainy day fund, and if this isn’t a rainy day I don’t know what is. Supporting graduate students right now may be expensive in the short term, but if the university trusts its admissions process, the benefits that supporting these dedicated scholars will have for the university and the broader world in the long term will be well worth it.

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Anecdote #8

Back in December (in the pre-COVID era), I experienced the loss of my grandmother. I was very close with her and this was a truly devastating, although not unexpected, loss. I grieved with my family and spoke at the funeral. I went home to my parents’ house for Christmas and shared memories of my grandma, ate her favorite foods in her honor, sorted through her belongings, etc. Now that this pandemic is underway, many of my feelings of grief have resurfaced. I wish I could call her and talk to her about what is going on. I know she would have something delightfully sarcastic and witty to say that would make me laugh. Although I miss my grandma tremendously, I also realize that I am fortunate I had the opportunity to grieve with my family when I did. My heart goes out to everyone who has lost family members and loved ones in this time when social gatherings are not possible. It makes it so difficult to process the grief in a healthy way when you cannot mourn with your loved ones, hug your family, attend a funeral, and so on. Wishing everyone strength in this time and sending everyone who reads this a virtual hug! <3