But I am still stuck with a deadline of the first or second week in January (I need to check the exact date) to submit a finished thesis - which I know can't happen. (I started to type out an explanation of why I have that deadline, and found that I still don't want to talk about it). So I'm giving myself a deadline of two weeks, in which to write a chunk of thesis and go to my erstwhile supervisor, to see if there is anything he can do. I know it is theoretically possible for me to withdraw from the exam and re-enter, with a different thesis title and different examiners - but to even consider that I need to show something concrete, something more substantial than promises, as I've failed to keep them so many times already.
And today, a general bombshell turned up in the form of a textbook found in Waterstone's, published a few months ago, half of which is exactly what would have been in half of my PhD thesis had I been in a state to write one. I don't know whatthefuck this means. It may mean it really is impossible for me to ever get a PhD with the work I've done, as you need to demonstrate that it is original material, and it's hard to prove something is original when someone else has published the same thing. Or then again, it might already have been impossible for me to get a PhD with this work, and I need to cut my losses and go for the MPhil. But even if I can only get an MPhil, I want to write up my thesis properly, not as a rush job.
I said I was knackered at the start of this, but I'm only physically tired. Mentally, I'm supercharged. I feel passionate about what I'm doing. It makes sense: I can see why it's worth studying (something I never actually saw while I was a student). I am totally and utterly in love with chemistry in general and my branch of it in particular in a way I haven't been since the third year of my first degree (that would be 1997). I know for certain that even if I can't stay in research or if it proves to be genuinely bad for me to stay in research that I want to teach: I want to do a PGCE and teach chemistry in sixth-form or adult education. Illness of one sort of another has screwed up my life for too long - it's time to actually do something now.
But all the time I'm not working, I'm terrified. There are, obviously, only so many hours a day I can do work - there are only so many hours a day that my brain can concentrate for after so long being a useless gelatinous mess. I want to achieve so badly it hurts. But I don't have enough fucking time or enough fucking money. If I could do some of my life over, I would - just stopping the mistakes that have got my degree into this mess.
Advice, if I can give it. If you're supposedly doing a degree and you're not enjoying it; you're depressed, and can't concentrate, and it's a drudge rather than fun, stop. Get a proper medical certificate signing you out from the course indefinitely, and make sure your department and your university and your funding body all understand the reasons why you're stopping. In time, you'll find that either you're fired up and motivated by your subject again, or you know for certain it was the wrong thing to do. The difficulty here lies in determining whether you're making the decision rationally. Wait until you're definitely better from depression - not when you think you should be better.
You can't get rid of a mental illness by wishing yourself better. I tried that for four or five years, and all it did was make me frustrated. In that time, I hated my degree subject and thought it was all a pointless waste of time. So I dragged things out, not wanting to break it off completely, but not having any motivation to finish it either. I shouldn't have done that. I still don't know what happened to make me better, other than I stopped hopelessly wishing to get better and started figuring out what my problems were. If I had broken off from my degree properly, got myself medically signed-out, I would be able to go back in now and be a properly registered student, and get funding and all the help that's given to students. As it is, well outside the four-year cut-off, I'm classed as a failure, living on the £6 an hour I get from my part-time job and handouts from my dad and my boyfriend while trying to write up. And I'm lucky that I have a dad and boyfriend to give me money - if I didn't, I couldn't consider sorting this out.
But it takes more than a week to sort out five years of fuck-ups. The easiest thing to do is not to fuck-up in the first place, which is why I give you the above advice.
Anyway, I digressed enormously. And I've been writing for long enough that I've stopped being knackered and want to go and read my new pollution book. (Read a pollution book! At 2am! Well, okay, 2am is a usual time for me - but I've been getting up in the morning the past week or so!).