Amen. Having gone through -the process- intact, relatively speaking, I've had the pleasure of the misfortune to experience everything mentioned first or second hand.
Two close friends that weren't so lucky, now six years later still circling the drains on the psyche ward.
Another close one that gave up literally two weeks before dissertation time never to return, now years later still oscillating between relief and regret daily.
I had it easy with a return tick trip from the normal institution to the mental one, mixed with two periodic strong bouts of insomnia and a thankfully short period where a bottle of crimson red before lunch got the engine going.
Tons of things to add but indeed, it's hard to be anonymous about this sort of stuff.
Several years later I'm still in the state of "glad to have gone through it, yet had I known in advance what it would entail there's not a single chance in hell I'd accept.".
Two close friends that weren't so lucky, now six years later still circling the drains on the psyche ward.
Another close one that gave up literally two weeks before dissertation time never to return, now years later still oscillating between relief and regret daily.
I had it easy with a return tick trip from the normal institution to the mental one, mixed with two periodic strong bouts of insomnia and a thankfully short period where a bottle of crimson red before lunch got the engine going.
Tons of things to add but indeed, it's hard to be anonymous about this sort of stuff.
Several years later I'm still in the state of "glad to have gone through it, yet had I known in advance what it would entail there's not a single chance in hell I'd accept.".