I’m having a hard time writing my master’s thesis. A really hard time. And it’s not just because I didn’t get my shit together until late in the game; I’ve been researching for the past year and a half. It’s because of the enormously depressing subject of my thesis.
For those of you who are a little late to the game of my life, my master’s thesis is on the topic of rape as a weapon of war. Specifically, rape as a weapon of war in the former Yugoslavia, Rwanda, and Sudan and the church’s response.
In case you were wondering – there is no church response. Only silence. And pieces of my soul are dying.
In times like these I’m thankful for my friends who have constantly done mental-health checks on me and made sure I’m still alive after endless hours in the basement of Moody Library. Remember that scene in Bridget Jones’s Diary when she imagines herself alone being eaten by a pack of rabid dogs? That would be happening to me if it weren’t for people like Suzanne, Joell, Kristen, Kat, and numerous others.
I’m also thankful for the mellowness of Iron & Wine, Joshua Radin, and Ryan Adams which are on repeat as my study music. Sometimes it just helps to hear something pretty.
So, readers, send some positive thoughts in my direction. If you gear them toward Moody Library, chances are they’ll hit me.