Milestone
Word count on my exegesis draft ticked past the minimum viable word count last night, although I’m still a few thousand words away from having a final draft. Which puts me behind the self-imposed deadline I set up back in April, but well ahead of my last attempt at writing one of these where I stalled out five thousand words in and ultimately dropped out of the RHD program rather than continue. There was a point where it felt like that was a perfectly logical choice this time, as well. My imposter syndrome is strong with theoretical writing, and the fear that I will expose myself for an idiot triggers my social anxiety something horrible. Fortunately, my beloved was there to suggest it might be time to check in with my GP and have a chat about how my mental health is going, and my GP promptly set me up with a plan to pull things back from the brink.
