I'm feeling a bit freaked out about the dissertation. The other morning, in the shower, I had a thought that went like this:
"Why are you doing a PhD? You're never going to be able to finish, and it takes so much time. This was all a bad idea, and now you've got an unpleasant road ahead, and you might not make it, and you'll let down everyone who has supported you in this process."
I've never felt this way about it before, and it scared me a little bit.
I think it's just that work is so busy, and I don't get to see the kids enough, and there is no sabbatical in the near future to make time for the work.
I'm just not sure how I'm going to get it done.