Hi all,
I dropped out in February from my hard-gained place at a very good quality Humanities, joint-honours, degree programme at Edinburgh University, after one full year, an attempt at second year, interruption of study halfway through
All throughout teenage years I suffered from depression, which now I think has actually been PTSD from something that happened when I was 11. Whatever it really is, it was ignored, pushed under the carpet, and so I never got any support (I didn't think it was okay to ask for help and other people just thought I was weird, or something). I hated school with a passion, went there day in, day out just to get qualifications, suck up as much of the little of it that was useful, and go to a good university where I imagined all my problems would suddenly disappear and I would finally be a happy, normal person. But it's already been said that life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. And I was just obsessed and possessed with going to university, to an intensely unhealthy extent of hating everything and everyone around me, just dreaming of getting away!
I got to Edinburgh (second choice, my ideal was St Andrews from where I was rejected), but it never felt like home, more like an unattainable piece of cloud I could never reach and the isolation I felt and the loss about what to do with myself (pressures to socialise, to engage in extra-curricular activities I wasn't interested in as all I ever wanted was to just be left alone to study, the inability to understand anything that was said at the lectures (literary theory - what???), a hopeless crush on that guy in my modern language class that I would then subsequently have some ambiguous on- and off-affair throughout the rest of my time there, and the constant pressures I put myself to succeed, to be "normal", to keep up with everything, to have at least some vague plan for the nearest future, to please my friends enough to make them keep being my friends). I'm intensely ambitious, I keep comparing myself with others, I keep pulling myself down with self-criticisms of my shortcomings etc. All I ever wanted to do was to study my beloved subjects which became more and more my enemies - but undergrad isn't about becoming an expert in your subject (at least not here where you have divide your time for extra elective subjects). I became even more depressed, asked for prescription pills to excuse my uselessness to the university who generously gave me a place (I was admitted via an Outreach scheme), but pressed and finished first year. I got A, B, C in my three subjects (with the C in English Literature - my "major", or love of my life).
Started second year, deteriorated even more health-wise, then took an interruption of study to heal. Throughout the next year and a half, I did a lot - had several jobs, travelled, improved my French greatly, had a crappy relationship that could've gone better if I had a grip on myself. But I did nothing to improve my health, I just kept lying to myself and anticipating when I could go back to university and be "normal" - just like in school, and again that failed, again. I started second year again - apparently with perspective but actually none at all - and finally, completely crushed and lost and hopeless, dropped out in February of this year.
Since then, I've tried to pull myself together. I gave it another go with my boyfriend, it's going well and now we've been together again for five months.
But he has graduated with a BSc (Honours) 2.1 this morning. We both started at the same time. It didn't hit so hard before as it did today. They say dropping out isn't the end of the world - and I believe it's not - and I have avoided successfully up until today to feel like a failure but I've screwed myself over. I've been trying to find a job since March - I've plenty of experience, I can appear confident and outgoing when necessary, I've qualifications, I've been following general CV advice etc when applying to jobs, but for the past four months it's been rejection after rejection, as if nobody wants me around. It's super demoralising.
I have a better idea of what I have to do - I have to put in a lot of work into my health, my body and my mental health, take therapy sessions, go away for a while etc. And I want to reapply to universities in two or three years.
But what to do now? I don't know what to do with myself. I've done a lot of research about returning to study in the future. But now? I've signed up for a TEFL course over the summer and was hoping to leave to teach English in some European country, but now with the referendum results I need to stay here and save up for citizenship for now (I'm an EU citizen, so who knows what would happen if I wanted to reenter the country). So I'm stuck in Scotland, in Edinburgh, where noone wants to give me a job and which I desperately need.
What would other drop-outs do in my circumstances?
[Ahhh, I'm sorry for such a long thread! I'm quite complicated, my situation. Thank you for reading and helping me!]