@hawkeye10,
HAwkeye speaks the truth in this . I was actually hanging out with a biker gand while I was working on a PhD. They were, shall we say, spontaneous . My diss advisor sent me a messaqge that I would possibly lose funding if I didnt straiten out. All the time this was coming to a head while I ws dealing with my dying father and how we never resolved anything between us.
I hung on as a student with no funding and, then I began therapy. I was a candidate for Ridallin and rejected it . I learned several tricks and within 2 years, not only had funding back, but was a project director with 2 grad students working under me and It was like coming into a place of calm when all that I had before was chaos and no direction. I found art therapy helped me design a means to focus and to understand me better.
It did cost me my biker friends and a marriage (I didnt cauise it because she was running around and had already rejected me as a kind of worthless specimen, ).
Things can change markedly and I dont feel ashamed of the little imp inside me , I actually have fond recollections of all the experiences and side tracks my chaotic life had in store.
AGE DOES NOT TEMPER ADD, it only makes the loss of esteem hurt even more and you get the feeling that abject failure is all you have , when its not the case.