Grad School PTSD is Real, Folks
It has been 3 glorious months since I defended my thesis and earned myself a masters degree. Masters of science in nursing, to be specific. While in grad school, the following things happened to me: My aunt sold our family cottage and my grandmother's home without telling any other members of my family. I was involved in a law dispute re: said sales, which my father undermined by firing the lawyer I'd hired because he was too afraid to go head to head with his bitch sister. I started therapy. My dad smashed up my car in a hit-and-run and came within a whisper of death I had to buy a new car long before I was financially able. I had to move because our landlady wanted to move back into her house. My bipolar mother: Divorced my stepfather (yes it was ugly) Picked fight after fight with me over my inability to help her pick up the pieces after said divorce Came THIS CLOSE to bankruptcy Is generally cuckoobananas My partner Nate: Was (and still is) in a co...