キャリアニュース2020年１月２～７日

Four years into my Ph.D. program, my hands started to go numb each night as I slept. I didn't think much of it at the time; it was just uncomfortable and weird. Then one night, while sound asleep, I somehow mistook my numb arm for a snake. I threw myself out of bed and woke in a panic—panting, trembling, heart racing—on my bedroom floor, poised to defend myself against this imaginary snake. A few nights later, my hand was a spider. Once again, I launched myself out of bed in utter panic. I later discovered that these nighttime events weren't simply strange dreams; they were a direct result of grad school stress. </br>![][1]</img> ILLUSTRATION: ROBERT NEUBECKER > “I lived with a constant sense of impending doom.” At the time, I was working toward my Ph.D. and training to be a clinical psychologist. I spent half my time sitting in a dark room listening to the “pop pop” of neurons firing as rats explored mazes and the other half seeing patients, helping everyday people work throug