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When I first started this blog I was at a crossroads in life. I had just graduated from the University of Michigan with BA in Sociology and had no idea what was next for me. I was dealing with such inner turmoil and really needed to focus on myself. I fought against this. Instead choosing to berate myself for not being on the same level as my friends were. I lived in shame and despair not willing face the demons that haunted my sleep. With much love and support I came to terms with the darkness I ran from and with that positive things started to happen:

1. I applied for a Masters program
2. Moved away
3. Ended a toxic relationship
4. Lost a "friend"
5. Went back to therapy

While some of those instances may not sound positive, for me they were. In hindsight can truthfully say that I am where I should be.

As of May 7th, I graduated with my Masters (although I still have some hours to finish for my internship), and have been accepted into a PhD program.

Me!!! In four years you will be able to call me doctor.

Which means it's time for a new phase for my blog...

I will be utilizing this space to document my time in as a PhD student at the University of Michigan! Let's go postdoc life
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