Living as an estranha.
Today was one of those days. Most of the time I rush about my life feeling happy as anything. What doesn't work in practice I can usually make work in my mind. But today I felt weighed down by all that I have to do and feelings of being on a solitary mission. I wonder if there's a network for people who get no financial, academic or insitutional support for their PhD while also living as an "estranha". I console myself with the thought that most geniuses were only recognised after they died. And I'm really lucky to have two kids who think I know it all!