Documenting a PhD journey
Recently, I’ve seen a lot of articles and videos on the power of personal narrative – how it contributes to your psychological well-being to look at your past memories and tell a story of your life to others. In a research context, personal storytelling has been widely used for patients with life-threatening diseases. But I’m
During my PhD programme, I’ve gradually become less sociable – and it’s getting worse towards the final year. I know a couple of PhDs who worked in a lab for fixed hours, were very punctual, stopped work at 5:00 p.m. and went out to socialise or watch sport. I am quite the opposite. I work
Monday was a beautiful sunny day with blue sky and warm temperature. As I walked towards the rail station, the warm sunshine and green leaves of the trees in the wind felt simply wonderful. I don’t know why, but I was filled with great happiness. I took some pictures of the sky and the town
After I found that I had become intolerant to coffee, black tea with some milk was my favourite. I would have three cups of English breakfast tea with skimmed milk in the mornings. I also loved buttery scones and shortbread, and for dinners, loved cooking creamy pasta or cheesy lasagne. In April, I was shocked
Last Saturday and Sunday, I attended a two-day seminar, Mental Health First Aider training course. This training course is organised by MHFA England and is designed to teach how to identify, understand and help someone who may be experiencing a mental health issue. This isn’t a course for becoming a therapist, but rather to train
Research-wise, I have been reading key studies and working on a section to define a concept. Maybe I am struggling a bit with it, over how to structure different definitions of one concept proposed by different authors, and eventually how to logically link discussions to a conceptual framework. The most striking thing for me is