My PhD might've literally saved my life.
This may be just a bit unrelated.
Just a couple of months ago I was 100% sure that 2026 will be my last year. I was depressed (am still) and sucidal (am not currently). I was sure I was going to off myself and I already had a plan.
I've only recently started my PhD after being depressed for months, an year maybe. Moved to a different country for it. One of things I thought of before deciding to take this position on was "if you don't do this it is the end." This PhD opportunity wasn't the best and I know that I'll have academic barriers to face but this was the only thing that helped me see a future for myself.
Its not the best PhD opportunity. And I know I could do much better (better department, better scholarship) but I was desperate to take this role on to have a purpose.
I just wanted to put this out here because I have no one to talk to about this and just needed to say that I've been dealing with a lot. Sorry if it isn't exactly about my PhD.