<p>Just writing this down is therapeutic for me, so here goes.</p>
<p>I am a 5th year Ph.D. student in History at the University of Pittsburgh, and over the last couple of years my productivity has dropped to extremely low. As a result I’m two years behind where I should be. I stopped handing in papers on time, then I stopped handing in papers altogether, I received a few incompletes and I took months to do what should have taken me one week or less. Recently my advisor quit on me. I have been lucky in that I received a Fulbright this year which kept me from being kicked out of the program, and it will pay for my research abroad next year. I found another supervisor and my professors have given me second, third, fourth, umpteen chances at redemption. Still I find myself procrastinating for hours on end, and staying up all night before giving up on a paper, completely exhausted, feeling disenchanted. Last winter I fell into depression, I spent a few months alone in my apartment with my computer (trying to do homework but rarely succeeding) and I can feel a repeat this winter. My social life in this town has gone down the drain… I’ve gone from a Don Juan to a loner.</p>
<p>Basically I am burnt out. I am 28 years old, and I feel like I’ve given all of my 20s away. Luckily a couple of years ago I joined a music band and we tour Europe often; its been the most exhilarating, wonderful thing I’ve ever done and while it has pulled me away from my graduate school work, it has also kept me happy, sane and positive. I know deep inside that I should quit the Ph.D. and work on my music full-time. Except: I can’t. One reason is financial stability. But I think the main reason is that I’m Asian-American, and my father has a Ph.D and as a result my parents have been pushing me my whole life to get a Ph.D. I wish I could remove this source of my depression, but I can’t find it inside me to quit. I know I’m a big boy; I’ve lived on my own for 10 years, and I don’t fit the stereotype of a mama’s boy, I’ve traveled the world, and I’m independent. Its just that its been drained in my head that I must finish the Ph.D., and therefore even if my parents don’t say anything anymore, I push myself even if I am making no progress, and I just end up a physical, mental and emotional wreck. Even though I feel that I can’t succeed in this Ph.D., I wont let myself fail, so I pull myself through this situation week after week, kicking and screaming.</p>
<p>Is this the curse of being Asian-American? I am almost sure that if my father was not so adamant about my finishing the Ph.D., I would have quit already. But he doesn’t have to say anything anymore - its already ingrained in me. But I worry now that its doing more harm than good.</p>
<p>Thanks for reading, and thanks for allowing me to post in this forum. I would love to hear your thoughts.</p>