I posted this on Facebook a couple of weeks ago. It struck a nerve with so many people I had to share it here too…
Exactly one year ago today I had a breakdown in the middle of a crowded Starbucks. I was working on my dissertation. I hated it. I hated it for a long time, but on that day something in me just broke. I couldn’t do it anymore.
The next day I walked into my PhD supervisor’s office and told him I was quitting. I’d keep my teaching post until the end of the year, but I was leaving the PhD. I was afraid of what people would say and think. I was afraid I’d look like a failure. I thought it would kill me. But I did it anyway. I listened to the little voice.
I am so fucking proud of that decision. It’s the hardest decision I’ve ever made, and one of the best. This past year has been a gift…a gift I finally found the guts to give myself.
If you’re lost or struggling or unhappy, know that I’m in your corner. I know what that feels like. As I celebrate my “freedom date” anniversary, I wish you the strength to turn away from things you hate and the courage to move toward things you love. Sometimes your breaking point is actually a beautiful beginning.
– xo Sarah