Is it suppose to be this way?

Am I suppose to feel so broken after a year of graduate school?

I feel so broken. I feel like its not me.

Is this the point that you get to and then some throw in the towel and some say, ok, it is time to make ourselves now? I am not throwing in the towel. At least not yet. I am at least going to give it the summer.


It is like its not me. Who is this person?

Unreal.