Epic Fail is an Understatement

I failed my comp exam.

I found out at about 11:15 last night, which is another story in and of itself (we were supposed to find out by 5pm on Wednesday).

I was already feeling overwhelmed with how much work I have to get done this summer on my dissertation and internship applications, and now I have to set all that aside and re-study for the retake of this exam.

What if I fail again? I seriously could get kicked out of grad school, not even earning a Master's after 3 years. Then what the heck would I do with my life?

The crazy part is that there have been many times in my life that I have left exams feeling like I failed, and then I did okay, but this time around I actually felt okay about it. I mean, I was unsure, but after going over my notes and diagnoses in the DSM, I felt like I did okay- maybe I got a marginal on a couple sections, but not enough to fail the whole exam.

I have failed things before - a couple of stats tests come to mind, a biopsych test, and an astronomy test... The first paper I turned in at Exeter just had a big red X across it and my teacher made me rewrite it... And I definitely failed some math tests at Exeter... But never before have I felt so... well, for lack of a better word, worthless. I always knew I could bounce back from those failures, but suddenly with this one, my whole future seems to be slipping through my fingers.

I know that sounds dramatic, but seriously, what if I fail it again? What if I actually can't continue in grad school?

There's also the fact that this exam is supposed to be for me to prove to the executive committee that I am a competent clinician. I don't always feel 100% confident in myself as a therapist, but it is something that, up until this point, I feel like I excel at. This failure feels like someone saying, "Actually, you suck at what you do. In fact, maybe you should just pick another career, preferably where people's lives aren't in your hands." And that's my whole... being. I mean, there's not a lot else that I like about myself. Grad school has made me fat and haggard, so I don't feel attractive. I am always busy, so I don't feel particularly fun. I'm good at singing, but I'm not good enough to make it as a musician. So being good at what I do is essentially where I derive my self worth from, and now I'm being told by the school, "Oh forgot all those kids who you helped get off drugs, it doesn't matter that you helped teenagers stop feeling suicidal, you aren't a competent clinician and this exam proves it." It feels like everything I've worked for up to now was just pointless.

I feel empty, and I'm going to go ahead and take back what I have previously said about a broken heart being the worst feeling in the world. Empty is definitely worse. At least with a broken heart, you are hurting over something that seems worthwhile - you feel worthwhile yourself, like you have something to offer someone, otherwise it wouldn't hurt so bad. Emptiness just feels like I really have nothing to offer.