I'm in month eight of dissertation writing and I need to know: does anyone else feel like they're slowly disappearing into their own brain?
I'm writing about urban gentrification and displacement, which is a heavy topic to begin with, but the isolation of this process is something nobody prepared me for. My advisor checks in, my cohort is scattered, and most of my conversations happen with the barista at the coffee shop where I write.
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The dissertation/thesis writing process is just... so internal. You're wrestling with ideas, with data, with your own limitations as a thinker and writer. Some days I feel brilliant, like I'm actually contributing something meaningful to the field. Other days I read what I wrote and think "who let me get this far, this is garbage."
I've started going to a writing group at the library just to be around other people who are suffering. We don't even talk about our work half the time. We just sit in the same room, writing, and occasionally someone sighs dramatically and everyone nods in understanding. It helps.
For anyone else deep in dissertation or thesis writing: how do you cope with the loneliness? Do you have rituals? Accountability buddies? A very patient pet?
I'm also curious how people handle the "so when will you be done??" question from family. I've started saying "when the ancestors release me" because it's funnier than crying.
Hang in there, fellow writers. We'll make it. Eventually. Probably.
I'm writing about urban gentrification and displacement, which is a heavy topic to begin with, but the isolation of this process is something nobody prepared me for. My advisor checks in, my cohort is scattered, and most of my conversations happen with the barista at the coffee shop where I write.
️The dissertation/thesis writing process is just... so internal. You're wrestling with ideas, with data, with your own limitations as a thinker and writer. Some days I feel brilliant, like I'm actually contributing something meaningful to the field. Other days I read what I wrote and think "who let me get this far, this is garbage."
I've started going to a writing group at the library just to be around other people who are suffering. We don't even talk about our work half the time. We just sit in the same room, writing, and occasionally someone sighs dramatically and everyone nods in understanding. It helps.
For anyone else deep in dissertation or thesis writing: how do you cope with the loneliness? Do you have rituals? Accountability buddies? A very patient pet?
I'm also curious how people handle the "so when will you be done??" question from family. I've started saying "when the ancestors release me" because it's funnier than crying.
Hang in there, fellow writers. We'll make it. Eventually. Probably.
