Academia Doesn’t Leave Room for Being Human

I have a PhD. I’m a professor.

And still—some days, I can’t keep up.

There are emails I haven’t answered. People I haven’t followed up with. Promises I meant to keep but couldn’t.

Not because I don’t care. But because I’m human.

I wrestle with guilt. With fear. With the thought: “What will they think of me?”

I’ve always been shy, and when people take me seriously, it still scares me a little.

But I’m learning—slowly—to let go.

If they judge me, that’s on them.

If I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve got, that’s enough.

Academia doesn’t always make space for that truth—but I will.

Today…

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