(Written at least a year ago, maybe more, but never published.)
This blog is highlighting the amount of self-censoring I do. I think it might be a lot.
I just had the thought cross my mind--how grateful I am that my BYU years are over.. how absurd that they lasted so long... how I felt so constantly racked with guilt and feelings of inadequacy. So constantly.
Do those things really have anything to do with BYU? Maybe. They might have had something to do with my program, how fraught with perfectionism and perfectionists (undergraduate), and such absurd patriarchy and sycophancy... in the graduate degree.
They also had to do with me feeling my way ever so slowly out of depression and emotional anemia to emotional health. But truly, I think I had to get out of there for it to finally be a complete transformation. I used to blame myself for not having the right sort of personality to do well in my graduate program. But now I'm 100% ok placing the blame on the very dysfunctional culture in that program.
It's sad that they're so dysfunctional. It's sad that I got sucked into it and wasted so much time and emotional energy in a program that was so...
I do know that my depression-prone brain has a habit of only remembering bad things. So maybe that's what's happening now.