I always wondered if as I got temporally further from my PhD, would I feel better/more positively about it? I finished my PhD four years ago and I have to say no - or, at least, not yet, but no. I feel like I have a flashback every time I think about it, not in a good way.
Everyone has a different experience: geraniol says 95% of their memories are positive, which is great. I’d say for me, the figure is probably around 40-50%. I made some really great lifelong friends in graduate school; in years 1 and 6, and most of years 2 and 5, I had some great classes, fantastic experiences (I was in Harlem in 2008 when Obama was elected President - I will remember that experience for the rest of my life), some good and great professors. I had two great advisors. Writing my dissertation was a really positive experience for me, too - both in the kind of work I got to do and in the way I did it. But I also had quite a few negative experiences, and years 3-4 were some of the worst years of my life.
Now, I have some caveats - first of all, I had/have an anxiety disorder (which, let me tell you, does NOT help) and one of my two departments was…interesting. I don’t regret it, not the least because I work a really fantastic job that essentially requires a PhD. But I’m not sure I would do it over again, even knowing the end result.
I’m not sure whether the isolation is worse without a serious relationship, but I had a serious relationship - I’d been dating my boyfriend (now husband) for seven years before starting, and we got married at the beginning of my fifth in grad school. Having the support and the social outlet is nice, and he was a real forcing function for me to pay attention to my personal life…but I will also say that the doctoral program (especially in the early to mid stages) took a toll on our relationship that we had to do some work to repair in my last two years, when I had more autonomy over my time.
Moving to a semi-new place (I grew up in New York, but as a child, and in the 10 years I’d been gone it changed a LOT) and making a new social life from scratch wasn’t the hard part, in my experience. It was the workload, the solitary nature of that work, the constant questioning and challenging (both from others and from within), the soul-crushing amount of work, and the constant churn (you never feel like you’re done).