Living to tell the tale: I quit my PhD as a survival tactic

The heady excitement of being admitted into a premier research institution built this PhD student for the best few months of her life. But somewhere along the way, things went downhill. Less than two years later, she decided to quit her PhD to give herself a new lease on life.
By | Published on Oct 22, 2019

Trigger Warning: This personal narrative discusses forms of emotional abuse, mental health issues and has a brief mention of suicides/suicidal thoughts. In case you need support/relief, here’s a list of resources you can go through.

In the essay titled ‘What ails Indian Science’, British biologist JBS Haldane, who worked in India, talks about “academic castes” – academic degrees restricting movement across fields, unprofessionalism and over-politeness in the Indian scientific community.

In comparison, he wrote, “In Europe, we are usually polite about the work of juniors, and highly critical of that of men and women of established reputation.”

In my view, while Indian academia continues to struggle to find professionalism, we have succeeded in abandoning politeness – which perhaps has made us freer to critique scientific work. But in this pursuit of shedding politeness, we have forgotten basic decency towards peers and trainees. Our academic culture today applauds verbal attack or emotional insensitivity as a form of criticism. As a result, attempts at improving science and expanding the horizons of knowledge are derailed.

Academic power struggles are vicious. The number of PhD enrolments continue to rise despite research job prospects being scarce. For many millennials taking up science, competing became a skill to be learned early on – whether they want to or not! Once they have a foot in the door, then come the arbitrary tight deadlines, the sky-high expectations, the inordinate bureaucratic delays, a looming student debt and a severe dearth of support.

Is an Indian PhD degree worth going through all of this? In this article, I will argue that it’s not.

I am the only science student from my family, and the only woman to have earned a master’s degree. Yet, I was no more accomplished than the average graduate student in India. I had no fancy degrees or prestigious recommendations to boast about – having graduated from a resource-starved state university. Sincere students at my college relied almost entirely on the capacity of a few good faculty members to learn. I myself did what I could – beg, borrow or steal – to gather knowledge and skills in these first five years of higher education. It came as no surprise to my university teachers that I cleared most scholarship exams without any difficulty.

Two years ago, I entered one of India’s premier research institutions as a PhD student. The selection procedures were gruelling, so I was surprised to find that I’d been accepted into not one, but five programmes. I chose to pursue a challenging PhD in neuroscience, a subject I knew almost nothing about. I immersed myself in coursework dutifully in the following months. It was the best year of my life! I was learning wonderful things every day and became heavily invested in the research-based coursework. For a while, I grew more confident about my chosen track.


I tried my best to be the ideal student – one that reads extensively, delivers on an unrealistic timeline and stays focused even when neck-deep in deadlines. Or so I thought, until I learnt what an ideal PhD student in the eyes of many academics was — a never-tiring creature that haunts the lab premises 24*7 and is seen lurking in the department on every weekend, national and cultural holiday alike! 

Most Principal Investigators (PIs) have had no training in leading teams or dealing with people, and hence tend to fall at either extreme: either overly trusting, or overly paranoid. The latter are ever suspicious and are too hard on the students, allowing little to no freedom. Although working styles may differ among lab mates, or work timings may be forced upon the lab, very few academics seem to prioritise ethical and healthy work culture like regulated work hours and rest on weekends.

I noticed that many research advisors seem to have forgotten how tough the PhD ride can be and choose to preach the holy text “science requires blood and sacrifice”. Fortunately, my advisor was not one of them. He didn’t care about our schedules or work hours, as long as his expectations were being met. This allowed me to learn without needing to be whipped into action. However, it soon became apparent that this doesn’t count for much if the expectations are impractical or non-viable in the long term.

A friend contemplating graduate school offers once told me: “Choose a mentor who is a good person before they are a good scientist.” And today, I agree. If a research advisor ridicules or publicly humiliates their students for mistakes, then they do not deserve to lead. Research advisors get away with making personal jabs at students regularly, leaving them feeling guilty for having a life outside the lab.

In India, the power imbalance is unchecked to a degree that a faculty can get off scot-free despite being booked for unprofessional behaviour or even sexual harassment. After all, great men need not be nice. If the PI is bringing funds to the institute through grants, or publishing regularly, their misbehaviour is tolerated. In other words, they are above the ethics of professionalism.

What happened to the moral fibre of academia? When did we lose the innocence of scientific curiosity to cut-throat competition? Faculty members, administration and scientists all turn a deaf ear to the pain of research students. If students are not regular with attendance at classes or labs, shouldn’t they be asked why they are not coming to the lab, instead of being threatened, judged and punished? 


Working hard was never a problem for me before depression laid its roots. The trauma in my life did not come as a singular irreversible incident, it was like a teaspoon of poison in my tea every day. It slowly drove me closer to death each day; but it did not alarm me enough to seek medical intervention. I had to be persistently coaxed by a friend into psychological therapy. Over time, without much support, my depression grew insidiously. I became less and less efficient over time, until one day the academicians around me were convinced that I was “no longer interested”. I was treated no different than a piece of equipment that had stopped working at optimal capacity.

Outside the lab, conversations with my peers felt like a sick competition of who was doing the best job at sacrificing basic human needs (physical and emotional) for research. Who was better at putting off sleep for days on end, or who skipped most meals in the pursuit of quality science? Away from them, I would ask myself: what is all this for? Getting my name in an academic paper sooner than the others, or a longer publication record, or just to please an otherwise unappreciative boss (PI)? 

As my second year at the institute began, I was diagnosed with depression and had to take a break for my mental health. The break helped but re-integrating into the lab wasn’t smooth. I was subject to constant reminders of lagging behind, and there was the threat of a qualifying exam looming close. At one point, noticing that I had to skip lab meetings due to the side-effects of my medicines (intense nausea, hypoglycaemia, low BP, dizziness, preceded often by insomnia or nightmares and sleep paralysis in the night), my advisor recommended I leave the institute. According to him, had I been interested in science and an academic career, I would have “worked through it”.

I recalled a senior psychiatrist telling me no medicine could save me if I continued to be in an abusive environment. I had been emotionally traumatised in the lab and needed physical distance from it if I were to recover. This was about six months after I started the first course of antidepressants. I’d already been on three different classes of antidepressants and six different regimes. We were going to run out of options soon. In a moment of complete idiocy, I went off meds to test the possibility that perhaps, anxiety and depression were a figment of my imagination. It made things worse. My anxiety got worse, and having to defend my decision of opting out to my parents was further agony.

When no other lab of my interest offered me a place, my introspection led me to finally pulling the plug. I went to my lab at 2:00 AM that very night and cleared out my shelf. I committed treason of the highest order known to academia – I quit. It was treason enough to deserve the nasty remarks from my advisor that followed. Many told me that I had wasted an opportunity and I would never get it back. My family mourned the death of my academic career without ever having understood an iota of what I went through as part of this toxic the research culture.


I don’t know how wrong or right my this choice of leaving was. I never will. Perhaps, my dam of mental strength would not have shattered in a different lab. In hindsight, I acknowledged that there was much I could learn from my peers in the lab and my advisor, but never will. But that’s okay for many reasons!

I saved myself the high mental and emotional cost of having to deal with a soured relationship with my thesis advisor for the next four to six years. 

I saved myself the stress of outdated arbitrarily set goals that have not been revised to fit present-day PhD projects. 

I saved myself the aftermath of fulfilling unjustified expectations from research students, in the name of ‘passion’ and a career in academia. 

I saved myself the unpaid labour involved in continuing my research to a sixth year in case a personal or professional reason made it impossible to finish in time. 

I saved my family the burden of incurring a large debt, since my scholarship was conditional on my performance and would not be granted if I chose to take time off to take care of my mental health. 

I must emphasise that my decision to quit had nothing to do with my research interests. For months, I deliberated the pros and cons of quitting. I plotted the cost-benefit function of my PhD degree against the emotional and personal toll it took on me. Changing labs was no longer an option for me and the mental math confirmed that leaving was the only option that remained. Less than a month later, there were three people who committed suicide within my close academic circles. Not all of them were mentioned in the newspapers. All of them were around the same age as me. And I could not help but wonder, if they had left, would it have saved their lives? Or, rather, if I had stayed, would it have ended mine? 

I would be remiss to not mention the masses of PhD students who survive without a regular salary because of unreliable and erratic disbursement of funds, and in the case of some private universities and colleges where they  receive no stipend at all. The lack of regular pay forces many students to quit academia. Candidates have been known to quit even at the last stage because of the lack of financial support between thesis revision and its defence, a period that can last anywhere between a few months to two years. 


Leaving the institute and giving up on everything I had worked for, the comfort of my surroundings and friends, was painful. I was harangued by almost everyone; heart-broken, when eyebrows were raised during interviews; and beaten down with every rejection, in the following months. But with some encouragement and doggedly circulating my CV to all my acquaintances, I found paid internships (part-time, short-term gigs) that kept me engaged in a positive manner. I was recommended by mental health practitioners to take it slow, but not sit idle, given my tenacity for doing something meaningful with my day.

I prevailed! The punch-line is that I won a grant shortly after quitting. Oh, I also attended a conference where I actively discussed my current work, opening it to constructive criticism and feedback. It was a stark contrast to the toxic lab environment and lack of support that resulted in my quitting the PhD programme. Will I regret this decision? Time will tell, but it seems unlikely, given my newfound perspective from working outside of academia. My self-worth no longer nests in a basket full of ungodly hours spent struggling, sleepless nights and and missed meals. And, will my mental health issues debilitate me in the long-term? My experiences over the past several months points to a clear and resounding NO

If you are in a situation like mine, please know that I shared my story for you. Know that you are not alone. I may not see changes in the system in this lifetime, but I may be able to save a life. I’m not saying that quitting is the only option; your path would be different from mine. But please know that if you decide to walk out the door, there is a life full of wonderful experiences waiting for you. There is much more to science than what is made out to be in academia. And, it’s never too late to walk into a world of kindness and beauty out there that you can build your life around.

Illustration by Ipsa Jain. Title: Bloom

Note from the artist: Quitting. Overcoming. Leaving adversity is a happy thing.

This piece is part of a series supported by India Alliance.

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17 responses to "Living to tell the tale: I quit my PhD as a survival tactic"

    Dr.Vyjayanthi S says:

    Wow !!! It took courage to walk out of the beaten path and find your own way , paving a road less traveled
    All the very best for that dignity and self worth!

    SUJANTHI E says:

    This is wonderful. Could relate to every bit of what is written in different contexts. Yes, we prevail. More power to you. Thanks for sharing.

    Mahalakshmi says:

    Thanks for sharing. Could relate to some of instances and non human life during my research days. Courage to take a decision is a Herculean task weich you won.

    Ranjan says:

    It was a tough decision but it was good that u came out. Life would have been much worse. Outside the lab there is life. Many people follow their hobbies and do great. May u achieve your dreams. Don’t allow those negative thoughts to haunt you.

    Abhijit Birje says:

    Thanks for sharing! Beautifully written. I am sure many PhD students can relate to your thoughts.

    Indrani Roy says:

    Thank you…Avery well thought out piece of writing.Resonated with me and validated my beliefs about health and happiness.

    Wannabe Researcher's Apparition says:

    It started as a low. Then it became a well-marked low. And now a depression.
    Currently in my first course. Let’s see what happens after 6 months.
    Thank you for writing this Anonympus.

    tlos says:

    Did you seek some help out?
    We could try and get you connected to someone if you haven’t been able to.
    Please take care.

    Anonymous says:

    I can totally relate to each and everything you wrote in this blog.. Even i am thinking of quitting my phd from India.. My lab environment is so toxic that I can’t breathe properly.. The suffocating feeling has dwelt within me.. Day by day i am trying to deal with it but everyday my lab mates and my supervisor keeps on dragging me to a pit.. I just don’t understand that what is the problem with these people.. I don’t get any public holidays and Saturday.. I have to work from morning 8/30-7 in the evening with just one Sunday left to me.. Even in that case they call me.. I don’t get family time.. I don’t get freedom to think.. And then comes the toxic complaining environment.. The labmates complain about small things they lie just to put you down in front of supervisor.. And supervisor don’t care about me he just think what seniors tell to them.. I have finished my one paper work and that guy is not publishing my work and delaying it just because of his problems.. Are these people really professors and scientist because if these people are leading the young generation then God help these poor people.. These people don’t have their personal lives they just enter into each and everyone’s life.. How is this professionalism.. Even after getting prestigious scholarship of my own these people treat you like you don’t know a thing.. Their is never a bad student but always a bad teacher.. Due to this toxic environment I was. Not able to focus on anything.. I tried couple of times but I couldn’t.. I am also getting into depression but still struggling not to have those anxiety attacks.. All of this stress this agony is just for a piece of paper.. Seriously a paper.. I can’t do this shit.. These people should be sued for doing this crime to the young minds of people.. We are the future of India.. If this kind of thing will happen than what kind of research we will do.. I am really glad and i will never regret my decision to quit my fucking useless phd because I know I can do better in life..

    Priyanka Nautiyal says:

    I am a research scholar doing course work now you write up is related to problems one can face during Ph.d but the thing is comitting suicide is not ultimate escape rather get out of that environment and give time to yourself surely a better way.

    Research Scholar Seeking Employment says:

    Hi. This was like reading some one narrate my own story, all over again!
    But I could not garner the courage to walk out. I am still in the grinding mill. Yes, my productivity has fallen to zero. Most nights, I have the most gruesome nightmares. I cry most of all days, without any respite. I don’t know what to do, where to go.
    Since, you have already walked this unchartered path, can you please help me? What job are you in right now? My field is organizational behaviour. I am also a stagnating, dwindling scholar in a premiere institute? What ca I do if I pull the plug now? It has already been 2.5 years for me.
    If you are reading, please can you help me?

    Emma says:

    Hey there…i think you can give it a try one more time…dont take your supervisor’s words to your heart but if you feel you cannot do it anymore then there is a whole beautiful world waiting for you…getting a PhD is not the end of everything…its just a small part…you can do so much more…just have a little faith and strength..

    Sulekha says:

    Hey, I want to talk to the author of this amazing and eye opening article. I need her help.

    TLoS Team says:

    Hi! Could you please write to us @

    Amit says:

    I did the same, i quit my Ph.D. from an Indian institute after studying Integrated Msc from renowned a national institute..Though at that time quitting I had similar feelings but believe me, there is nothing after the quit.
    There is a problem in India, we are taught to solve MCQs over learning how to solve problems. Science MCQ won’t teach you real-life problems but real life will. Overpopulation has created neck-cut competition regarding everything. In most cases, your grad degree will be worthless but your skill will people will value.

    Ramya says:

    Thank you for putting it out in the open so clearly. I went through the same experiences, emotions and feelings and right now it’s been 20days since I quit phd after 2 and half years. I couldn’t really put out the mess in my head so seeing your post gave me strength that this is not the end and I too can come out of it.. I will keep on trying until I find a suitable place for myself.. All the best to you and your future

    Trytry says:

    I am the only student working in my lab,I have invested a lot of funds in my PhD…..but I am not getting any positive result… Everyday a new failure….. my guide is not stressing me but my funds are very much limited now as I lost my teaching job because of college closure…I am of 45… Do not want to invest further. So thinking strongly to quit PhD. In
    this fourth year…

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