<p>I was hoping for some help a second time from a forum that helped me beyond measure during the application process in what feels like a very long time ago.</p>
<p>I went straight from high school to my large state university at 18. I'm Native American and at the time had my tuition paid for through my tribal affiliation. This allowed to turn down some scholarships from some lesser schools and attend the school of my choice. I had a successful first year, living in the dorms, taking general classes, and exploring my options. </p>
<p>After returning for my sophomore year problems started occurring. I moved off campus with some friends made the previous year. As they became more consumed with their part time jobs/internships, girlfriends, and coursework I started to become isolated as I was never a social butterfly that easily maintains or develops friendships to begin with. Having no decided major, feeling worse by the day, and watching money that my parents were dumping into my bank account to cover expense erode, I packed up and went home for winter quarter. Feeling even more isolated there I hastily returned back for spring quarter, probably in a even further state of mental decline, and not unexpectedly completely crashed and burned, literally packing up and leaving with a month left in the quarter and eating three complete 0.0 gpa grades, swearing to never return. </p>
<p>It's unclear to me how much of it was part of my clouded judgement and inability to cope in the state I was in, but my situation wad bad in the final weeks. I had accepted the first room I could get in the dorms and was given a double now serving as a triple, one a roommate who was among other things aggressive and threatening, and a second roommate who moved in at the same time I did who responded to this arrangement by leaving altogether and commuting the rest of the year from his home 45 minutes away after the housing department refused to do anything about the situation. I later learned the first roommate had driven off 3 other roommates in the same year. I personally had taken to sleeping in the library and anyone's couch who would let me. I felt completely ignored in attempts to receive help of any sort from the university and as said, I packed up and left. </p>
<p>By now I was extremely depressed, that summer my family was periodically gone for long stretches leaving me all alone, and although I never said anything to any one I was I quite suicidal for a while. A trip to the doctor's earned me the advice of "stay cool" and whatever antidepressants I wanted, along with a mental health phone evaluation and the option of a seeing a psychologist 3 months down the road for another evaluation. I passed on the offers. Somehow after about 6 months of cycling some short term jobs I found full time work at a fast food restaurant. I was hoping to work there for a year or two and move onto something else. At any rate I was happy to be somewhere, doing something again. </p>
<p>Within about 6 months I was feeling ok again. School was not a concern and by now I had made the concession that it probably never would be and I'd just have to make due with whatever money I would make. Not too much longer, the recession was in full swing, local unemployment went past 17%, and I completely resigned to the fact that I'd be stuck there for at least a little while longer. I made a few friends that ended up coming and going, some off to more lucrative jobs and others off to school themselves, but none that ever really stuck. There were no girlfriends, no time off or vacations, contact with anyone I had known in high school or college was gone. At one time I realized I had been no place other than my work, gas station, grocery store, and home in over 6 months. This was gist of it for the next 4 years. </p>
<p>It got to the point recently that I had become almost completely socially isolated again, and felt like I was being exploited by my employer who was trying to foist more hours on me while giving me a pay cut and asking me to perform more and more duties. I did not have the energy for it anymore. I was sleeping 6 hours a night, lost 15 pounds, my drinking was starting to get a little out of control, and I was beginning to feel suicidal again. I had to quit.</p>
<p>Seeking employment was fruitless, it was the same jobs in different places. As much as I didn't want to, my options seemed to have become clear and not in a good way. </p>
<p>If there was any bright spot in the drudgery of the last 5 years it was I saved enough money to have some flexibility. On the other hand I'm living with 2 parents who are now staring down retirement and are making the gesture that I won't be welcomed very much longer. </p>
<p>I can return to my old university with a simple returning student application because on some miracle I escaped with good academic standing. From my e-mails with them their is no way to expunge my second year grades though, leaving my options for majors and internships limited. Now I'm also faced with the added challenge of being an early balding 25 year old who's been out of the habit of school for 5 years trying to somehow reintegrate with a bunch of fresh undergraduates. My cash at this point would get me through probably two of what I imagine would be three years needed to finish a degree, and all of my previous scholarships and financial backing from both my parents and tribe is gone. </p>
<p>So to now. I'm enrolling in the local CC, whether or not anything will transfer should I decided to complete the bachelors I have no idea, if for no other reason just to escape for a few months and clear my head and attempt to begin to pick up the pieces of this mess. I'm afraid that if I return right now I'd fall right back into the same pits I was in before, and I don't have the cushions I had last time. My social support is already nil. There will be no where left to return to and my money spent. But at the same time, staying in my current situation just is not maintainable anymore. I don't have a lot of choices. </p>
<p>I wonder how much of this was ever under my control. I wonder if I have some sort of mental illness that surfaces now and then that's going to throw a wrench into anything I ever try to do, or whether this is just the effects of isolation and stress, and that maybe I never have been all that well in a long time. I really have no idea where I want to go and what I want to do anymore, I just don't want it be this. I feel battered and exploited. This is the first I've relayed of my situation in any kind of entirety to any one, any where. </p>
<p>Please, any advice, opinions, words of wisdom. Anything would be appreciated.</p>