My life is subtly fucked up.
I'm "reasonably" invested in scholastic pursuits, this being my 4th year of college. Despite it turning into a 5 year degree, I was still somewhat surprised I'd let it get to the point that I'm now on academic probation. So if I fail either of my whopping two classes this semester, I get kicked out of [this?] college for at least a year, but by that point I'll have entered loan repayment (~30K) and will likely be unable/unwilling to finish my degree. I'm writing this because I'm dangerously close to giving up (as if I haven't!) since at this point I basically need to do extremely well in my Physics course the rest of the semester in order to pass...
My biggest problem is not being there. I wake up late. My face (acne) is unsettling. I have no friends. I work too much (although I love what I do-- full time, in my field).
When I wake up late, my first thought is FUCK, followed by some empty gazes and a tiny choking up feeling, knowing full and well each day provides some quantitative addition to the "I'm going to kill myself" fund.
I visited a mental health specialist last year, but after stupidly being honest and pouring my history of problems, he'd done nothing for me but referred me to a drug/alcohol counselor. The whole thing felt cheap--I never went after that. These days, I only smoke weed, but it's nearly (heh, who am I kidding, it is) everyday, only after work & school obligations and before sleep.
Without a doubt, I've been battling marked depressed for at least 1-1.5 years now, ever since I lost my last girlfriend and moved back with family. I've become extremely independent, but it's all charades. I'm dying on the inside: no one to talk to, periodically lonesome--I need the guiding direction of a woman to keep me in check. To be fair, however, most days I'm usually complacent and otherwise OK.
I'm not looking for a way out, I'm looking for the RIGHT way out. I owe it to my family to finish what I started. But I'm having such a difficult time making it work, and I can't justify letting someone down unless it is part of some "globally optimal solution" (1 step backward, 2 steps forward kind of thing), you know? The thought of flunking college scares the shit out of me, because I don't know what I'll do. I want to keep fighting, but I'm running out of hope.
There are people struggling to find places to sleep each night--am I just being dramatic? Any other people with similar stories involving dropping out of college/taking a break? What kind of experience is that? Is it wrong to consider this an option? Any other general advice or words of encouragement?
I'm "reasonably" invested in scholastic pursuits, this being my 4th year of college. Despite it turning into a 5 year degree, I was still somewhat surprised I'd let it get to the point that I'm now on academic probation. So if I fail either of my whopping two classes this semester, I get kicked out of [this?] college for at least a year, but by that point I'll have entered loan repayment (~30K) and will likely be unable/unwilling to finish my degree. I'm writing this because I'm dangerously close to giving up (as if I haven't!) since at this point I basically need to do extremely well in my Physics course the rest of the semester in order to pass...
My biggest problem is not being there. I wake up late. My face (acne) is unsettling. I have no friends. I work too much (although I love what I do-- full time, in my field).
When I wake up late, my first thought is FUCK, followed by some empty gazes and a tiny choking up feeling, knowing full and well each day provides some quantitative addition to the "I'm going to kill myself" fund.
I visited a mental health specialist last year, but after stupidly being honest and pouring my history of problems, he'd done nothing for me but referred me to a drug/alcohol counselor. The whole thing felt cheap--I never went after that. These days, I only smoke weed, but it's nearly (heh, who am I kidding, it is) everyday, only after work & school obligations and before sleep.
Without a doubt, I've been battling marked depressed for at least 1-1.5 years now, ever since I lost my last girlfriend and moved back with family. I've become extremely independent, but it's all charades. I'm dying on the inside: no one to talk to, periodically lonesome--I need the guiding direction of a woman to keep me in check. To be fair, however, most days I'm usually complacent and otherwise OK.
I'm not looking for a way out, I'm looking for the RIGHT way out. I owe it to my family to finish what I started. But I'm having such a difficult time making it work, and I can't justify letting someone down unless it is part of some "globally optimal solution" (1 step backward, 2 steps forward kind of thing), you know? The thought of flunking college scares the shit out of me, because I don't know what I'll do. I want to keep fighting, but I'm running out of hope.
There are people struggling to find places to sleep each night--am I just being dramatic? Any other people with similar stories involving dropping out of college/taking a break? What kind of experience is that? Is it wrong to consider this an option? Any other general advice or words of encouragement?

