I am fairly aware that my post yesterday sounded a bit snotty/hooray for me. I think I am just dealing with my occasional sadness/frustration with graduate school life and the sad passing of a former graduate school friend.
I didn't know her well, but I was friends with her boyfriend and she was incredibly spirited and lively. She also was sick (Crohen's) and spent a lot of frustrating time in the hospital with that.
But in addition, she was SO stressed with graduate school. She kept a blog that, in retrospect, spent a lot of time discussing her lack of sleep, anxiety with exams and papers, and general hard time with life. Graduate school is hard. You are constantly told you are not doing enough/good enough/hard working enough.
We have to find the joy in it. And remind ourselves constantly. Sorry if it comes off sounding self-serving.
Here is her obituary from a local paper.