At the beginning of this year, I genuinely thought I might not be able to finish my degree. Not because I lacked the ability, but because of everything happening around me.
I was hospitalised with an illness while still carrying the grief of having spent much of my graduate school experience at a cancer centre, caring for someone I loved who is no longer here. I was trying to navigate bereavement, my own health, ongoing caregiving responsibilities and the intensity of graduate school, all at once.
There were moments when it felt impossible to keep going. I remember coming to this subreddit earlier in the year, essentially in tears, because I was convinced that everything was going to fall apart. I couldn’t see how I would get from where I was to the finish line.
Thankfully, my circumstances were recognised as exceptionally unusual, and I was granted additional time and consideration under the relevant regulations. That flexibility made a real difference. It gave me the breathing room I needed to continue, rather than having my academic future determined by circumstances largely outside my control.
And today, I’m so happy to say that my thesis was awarded an exceptional first-class mark. I’ve also come top of my faculty cohort and am on track to make the Dean’s List.
I’m finding it difficult to put into words what this means to me.
I come from an ethnic minority background, and I continue to have caregiving responsibilities alongside my academic work. There have been so many things competing for my time, energy and attention that simply aren’t visible on a transcript or reflected in a final mark. To have achieved this through the quality of my academic work, despite everything that was happening in my personal life, is something I’m incredibly proud of.
I think one of the hardest things about navigating difficult circumstances during university is that you can begin to mistake your circumstances for your capabilities. When you’re struggling to meet deadlines, concentrate, or function at the level you know you’re capable of, it’s easy to convince yourself that you’ve somehow become less intelligent or less deserving of being there. Sometimes, you’re not failing academically because you lack ability. Sometimes, you’re a person going through something extraordinarily difficult and trying to do academic work at the same time.
I’m sharing this because I wish I could go back and tell the version of myself who was crying on this subreddit at the beginning of the year that things could turn out differently from what they feared.
I’m also grateful that there were mechanisms within the university system that allowed my circumstances to be considered. I know not everyone is fortunate enough to receive that kind of flexibility, and I don’t take it for granted.
If you’re currently struggling through graduate school because of illness, bereavement, caring responsibilities or circumstances that have made you question whether you can continue, I hope you give yourself some grace. Your current circumstances are not necessarily a reflection of your academic potential, and needing more time does not mean you’re less capable.
I’m still processing everything, but today I’m letting myself feel proud. After a year in which I genuinely thought I might not make it to the end, I did and I did better than I ever imagined I could.
I wish I’d known at the beginning of the year that this was possible. Things will be okay :(