May 18, 2018
Recently, more than halfway through my second year of graduate school, I experienced a major breakdown. On my two, three-hour flights that took me back home to Colombia, I questioned my sudden decision to retreat for three weeks to get myself together.
“Is this going to affect the way my professors see me? Do I now seem like I am not committed to my Ph.D. program?” These are the questions that ran through my head.
I tried to breathe through the anxiety while I listened to the Harry Potter audio books that my friend downloaded for me to get me through the flights. “You can’t go through life without knowing about Harry Potter, it’s criminal!” I heard him say in my mind.