Identity Crisis, PhD

I find myself asking this question frequently. Not in a philosophical, "meaning-of-life" way. No, rather, it feels as though to get to my current station in life, someone else was dragging me through time and space with a rope.
This is a blog about life as a scientist. About the highs and lows of academia. About my struggles with mental health that I refused to acknowledge until I was writing my dissertation. And now, my reflections on my past, present, and future.
And as I stated in my thesis acknowledgements, if you've stumbled far enough down the rabbit hole to make it here, I wish you luck.