psych_luxgirl
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The time has come to follow my dreams and conquer the realm of PsyD applications. I've been dreaming of this for years–ever since my undergrad in psychology–which is the very thing that fueled my fascination for mankind and ignited my passion for becoming a clinical psychologist.
But now, the grad school grind is looking less glamorous from where I stand. I am in a new chapter of my life–my early 20s, single for the past year, seeing everyone around me tying the knot and starting families. And I've finally reached the age where I have answered to my desires, to the pursuit of something wonderful with partners who are older and possess more life experience than me.
And so, doubt has started to creep in. I am no stranger to the intense school grind, dedicating 8-12 hours a day during my psych undergrad, thriving amidst the chaos. But these past semesters, I've enjoyed a taste of freedom in my master's program. Things are heavy and fast, but not too much–a perfect balance, which has allowed me to explore my passions outside of psychology. And once you've tasted something sweet, returning to the mundane grind can be challenging.
Being single, and a young woman in her 20s, I've noticed a pressure that I hadn't felt or noticed before: aging. Studying psychology, I understand the social and cultural factors at play, and know the rhetoric around anti-aging is designed to make women feel bad, and like they are the most "valuable" when young. Yet, knowing all of these things doesn't make the pressure to "settle down" diminish. One of my professors in undergrad even made a snide comment about my grad school dreams, revealing his belief that I was more suited to be a housewife. I've faced similar judgements from other men, and family in my life.
Oh, but am I just a pretty face, defined only by my beauty? A flower fades, but intellect and brains is for life. I could 'settle', and find fulfillment as an LMHC, but my heart calls for something deeper; giving others diagnostic clarity. Working on documentation, assessment, and research.. the theoretical and practical sides of psychology that are so fascinating. And I despise being restricted, and that's what I would be as an LMHC. Never living to my full potential, and only able to provide therapy and diagnoses for insurance purposes.
Still, I am a wild spirit! I refuse to let these views hold me back from pursuing something that feels.. well, eternal. Psychology is truly forever.
Seeing how many people are given poor diagnoses, irks me. I've loved my time shadowing psychologists and being given the reigns of asking assessment questions. I want to contribute to a greater societal well being. And.. I think a doctorate fits my personality. I can be a little bossy, and it wouldn't be so bad to be fit, fun, and a brainy hottie studying what I love the most and doing what I love the most. Completing grad school would be the cherry on top, but my mind has been loud with the second-guessing. Finding love for life and a partner amidst the chaos of 40-80 hours a week of grad school, and dedicating the "best years of my life" to do so.. well, that reality has been daunting, and presented me with two diverging paths; PsyD or LMHC. And wherever I go, it is a choice only I can make.
Although I am not sure what I am seeking–consolation, validation, or advice–I just needed to get this off my chest. Thank you for reading and your understanding.
But now, the grad school grind is looking less glamorous from where I stand. I am in a new chapter of my life–my early 20s, single for the past year, seeing everyone around me tying the knot and starting families. And I've finally reached the age where I have answered to my desires, to the pursuit of something wonderful with partners who are older and possess more life experience than me.
And so, doubt has started to creep in. I am no stranger to the intense school grind, dedicating 8-12 hours a day during my psych undergrad, thriving amidst the chaos. But these past semesters, I've enjoyed a taste of freedom in my master's program. Things are heavy and fast, but not too much–a perfect balance, which has allowed me to explore my passions outside of psychology. And once you've tasted something sweet, returning to the mundane grind can be challenging.
Being single, and a young woman in her 20s, I've noticed a pressure that I hadn't felt or noticed before: aging. Studying psychology, I understand the social and cultural factors at play, and know the rhetoric around anti-aging is designed to make women feel bad, and like they are the most "valuable" when young. Yet, knowing all of these things doesn't make the pressure to "settle down" diminish. One of my professors in undergrad even made a snide comment about my grad school dreams, revealing his belief that I was more suited to be a housewife. I've faced similar judgements from other men, and family in my life.
Oh, but am I just a pretty face, defined only by my beauty? A flower fades, but intellect and brains is for life. I could 'settle', and find fulfillment as an LMHC, but my heart calls for something deeper; giving others diagnostic clarity. Working on documentation, assessment, and research.. the theoretical and practical sides of psychology that are so fascinating. And I despise being restricted, and that's what I would be as an LMHC. Never living to my full potential, and only able to provide therapy and diagnoses for insurance purposes.
Still, I am a wild spirit! I refuse to let these views hold me back from pursuing something that feels.. well, eternal. Psychology is truly forever.
Seeing how many people are given poor diagnoses, irks me. I've loved my time shadowing psychologists and being given the reigns of asking assessment questions. I want to contribute to a greater societal well being. And.. I think a doctorate fits my personality. I can be a little bossy, and it wouldn't be so bad to be fit, fun, and a brainy hottie studying what I love the most and doing what I love the most. Completing grad school would be the cherry on top, but my mind has been loud with the second-guessing. Finding love for life and a partner amidst the chaos of 40-80 hours a week of grad school, and dedicating the "best years of my life" to do so.. well, that reality has been daunting, and presented me with two diverging paths; PsyD or LMHC. And wherever I go, it is a choice only I can make.
Although I am not sure what I am seeking–consolation, validation, or advice–I just needed to get this off my chest. Thank you for reading and your understanding.