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scientistrach-anne-blog · 7 years ago
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scientistrach-anne-blog · 7 years ago
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The year I turned 25
2018 has been quite a year.
I began 2018 at 25 years old, married for 1 year, and working as a receptionist at a vet clinic. I had just graduated from university having studied biochemistry and molecular biology and I was very loosely using my degree. I had even worked at Starbucks at one point and just when I got offered an assistant manager position, I quit on account of it being too cliche.
My husband was emotionally, financially, and physically abusive. I felt like all of my potential was being wasted away. I had barely begun to live and yet my life already felt like a constricting dead end. 
It all hit me when my husband announced in February that he wanted to try for a baby. I remember panicking, then immediately feeling relieved that for us, this would be difficult as he is a trans-man. Saving up for in vitro and actually trying for one would take time - time that I could use to think of a way to get myself out of this unhealthy situation. Time that I could use to find an escape plan.
So I spent 3 months applying for all of the dream jobs I could find on Indeed.ca. I applied for everything that I told myself was out of my league. I felt like I owed it to myself. I needed to build confidence and if I could land an impossible job, then I could finally believe that I could do anything I set my mind to.
In May 2018, I landed a chance to start my career as a clinical trial coordinator at a leading cancer institute in my city. After a stressful and intense 3 months of learning and making mistakes, I somehow secured my position and asked my husband to meet me at our local bar. We needed to talk: I wanted him to pack his shit up and move the hell out. I wanted a divorce.
It is now the end of 2018 and I am living a life so diametrically different from the life I had started this year with. I am turning 26 next month and I am now separated and free. I live alone in my own apartment that I can magically (but brutally) afford on my own. I have a dog to keep me company, I have new friends that I have made on my own. I have my dream job. But it has all been hard. And I think that though my situation is unique, all of our stories at this age coalesce into the same vein of thought. We twenty-something technically-women-but-still-children all ask ourselves the same things: Who the hell am I? How did I get here? Where will I go?
And I want to take you all with me as I try to find these things out.
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