Hiya
So I've been doing a levels since September now and I'm in year 12. Originally, I thought that a levels would be my thing. Iobsessive with history, like I used to love the course and literally thought, 'A level history and all those history lessons, sounds awesome!!' I took politics alongside it as it was quote similar too. My third a level is art as I'm a natural creative and need my doodling time lol.
Now in September, my life was going swimmingly. I was doing history with my best friend, who I had met in history club the year before. I hadn't had a best friend for about 3 years and was so happy there was someone who loved history like me and we had lots in common.
Now our school has offered ib for the last 10 years, but I really don't like maths. I got a 6 (B grade) in the exam but through excessive hard work and time. All other aspects of the ib seemed quite good : I love english, languages, history, art and enjoy biology actually. I got the requirements to take all of these but my parents and best friend were very anti ib. They told me to not do it like it was some kind of sentence. It turned me off because I AM A VERY INFLUENCED PERSON. Extremely. Influenced. From the moment my parents said they supported type A party in an election, I supported type A. Then they supported type B, I supported type B. I do a levels politics for God's sake and I still have my their opinion as my own! I cannot decide for myself, and it ends up mentally antagonising me so I just do what other people think I should do.
Anyway, I decided I would do a levels with my best friend and try enjoying life more. I am a naturally anxious person so I thought more time in frees and outside school with my best friend would be great.
Then came November.
By November, there was no changing subjects. But by November, my best friend and I no longer even looked at another in the corridors.
We had fallen out in Germany, at a history trip. I won't go into details but she got jealous of me hanging out with another friend, hung out with people I extremely dislike and we stopped talking.
For the first few months... I was fine. It was lonely. Definetly. But I hung out alone in year 9 and 10 by myself, no biggie.
Then January came.
Anxiety. Massive anxiety. I woke up and everything felt wrong in my life. I had made the wrong decision. The wrong choices. My choices weren't mine.
This cycle goes through my head, it has been since January. I didn't deal with it at all well at first. I cried at home, in lesson, in the shower for God's sake. I felt like dying, I couldn't deal with it. It sounds stupid, really, worrying over such a little thing. But doing well and being happy, it means a lot to me.
I no longer want to do history at uni and become a history teacher. Instead; I want to do Liberal Arts and major in History while doing a range of other subjects like English, Languages, Classics... just... diversity. And I want to be a primary school teacher and teach a diversity.
But right now, I'm not doing a diversity. And I'm not enjoying it. History and politics are literally the same thing. Economics and government. Not nice. And art and my arts award, (project) are my only small escape. But even that gets boring. I just feel so limited.
I've been seeing a councillor for my worries. I've talked about maybe restarting the year, a fresh course and new people. It would be a year lower but honestly, I wouldn't really mind. It would be difficult at first... but I'm sure I'll adjust. But I'm uncertain. I don't want to redo the year and then realise I've made a mistake...
Does anyone have any advice? Anything would be appreciated.