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“What about my PhD?” I ask. He clears his throat, and I hear what sounds like a scoff. “There is no way you’ll be able to finish a PhD.” And there it ends. My prognosis. Our conversation. Life as I knew it.
The sounds of daily life had become an intolerable cacophony.
The facade of trying to appear something other than moronic had exhausted me.
