Thanks, mate. I finished it then bailed out. I have no idea what I want to do, which is obviously a massive obstacle to even exploring a future. I worked intensely during my PhD and, even though I completed it, I felt like it was a waste of time, and it took an incredible investment of time and effort to complete. I was ruined by the end of it and I became terrified of getting involved in anything high level afterwards because I was fearful of being a failure, of wasting my time, of wasting other people's time, of burning out, of never achieving what it is I want to achieve, even though I don't know what it is I want to achieve. It's all noise, like a maelstrom of cognitive noise weighing me down. I never enjoyed any of it: I graduated 1st class and received an academic award, and I didn't derive any satisfaction from it, none. I was immediately in the mindset of "what next?" and threw myself into my MSc, which I graduated from with distinction, and I took no satisfaction from that too, I couldn't even be arsed to go to the graduation for that one. I then threw myself into finding a PhD studentship, which I found, and we (me and my missus) moved down South for 3.5 years. I made some amazing friends during my PhD, and we loved living on the South coast, but I was crippled with self-doubt and this suffocating, perennial sense of working class inadequacy for the duration of my doctorate. I finished it and didn't feel a sense of accomplishment, I felt the opposite. It's bizarre.