I'm on my 4th year and I love my PhD so much. I love the experience. I love my work and how useful it is, both for my own growth and for the world at large. I love everything. I feel brilliant. Sometimes I may be burnt out or just lazy, but I love it anyway. I want to be nowhere else but here, and I'm so proud of how far I have come, knowing that now I can only move forward. I overcame severe anxiety thanks to this degree. I'm so glad that I have done it. My supervisors are giving me exactly as much feedback as I need, and I am truly learning intellectual independence. I did this shit by myself and I'm so proud of myself for it, and I'm so excited to defend it. I smile with such delight whenever I see my papers. Man, I love everything about this degree. I think about next steps sometimes but it's pointless to consider because I'd rather focus on my PhD as it is now. I'm just grateful to savor this chapter and remember it for the rest of my life.