Here’s the thing: I don’t hate learning. I like my major and all that, I don’t even hate the environment I’m in. My dorm could be nicer, but I like the people I’ve met and the campus is lovely, but I can’t be truly happy. At all.
I’m struggling so much in this new environment. My anxiety is getting the best of me constantly. I’m trying so hard to force myself to stay on campus as much as I can because it’s good for my social life, or whatever, but all I want to do every day is go home. I miss my family so much and phone calls are not cutting it. I want to be able to watch television with my parents and yell at my brother for skyping people at 3am and even just hug my parents every night before I go to bed. Not having the parental affection is killing me.
Family is absolutely everything to me. My grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease when I was nine and moved in with us. From then until she died when I was sixteen my family kind of isolated ourselves from the world because people didn’t understand our situation and we were all so anxious and clinically depressed it was easier to just stay in the house and not do anything. Plus, I was bullied a lot as a child and didn’t really have friends until high school, so my family was basically my only support until I was nearly fifteen when I met my best friend, who is now going to a different college and hates college even more than I do.
When I’m at college I really miss home, but when I’m at home I don’t miss college. My parents understand me and are hilarious. When I talked to them they said I could come home whenever I liked because it’s my home too and I can come and go as I please. I don’t want to end up living at home with my parents at 30, but I don’t feel like I’m ready to move away. I wish I was still in high school because I don’t feel ready to go to college, but I’m not ready for a job. I need a degree because I want to go into biology (or maybe become a high school English teacher).
I went home for Labor Day and I went home for my brother’s birthday, so I thought I could last again until this next weekend, but I had a horrible crippling anxiety attack (with hyperventilation and sobbing, the whole thing) on Thursday night, so I went home this past weekend (which turned out to be good because my car was completely out of oil and it didn’t tell me). My calculus class is killing me and all I want to do is go home after every day and unwind, but I can’t. Living on campus is so hard because I can’t get away ever and I’m literally living at school. I feel like the school environment and work follow me every where.
Both my parents and my aunts and uncles lived at home for college and my cousin went home every weekend (living 3 hours away), and I’m the next one down, so no one can really help me out. I don’t want to miss out on hanging out with people from college, but I’d really give it all up to be home with my family and my high school friends. I live only an hour away (45 minutes if there’s no traffic and I feel like pushing the limit a bit), but that is not something I want to commute every day.
I’m not a party person at all and I go to a party school and suitcase college, so I’m not missing much and pretty much watch Netflix at my friend’s dorm or do homework on the weekends I stay because everyone’s pretty much either drunk, hungover, or home. College is just too much for me to handle and the only reason I haven’t dropped out yet is because I’m so freaking stubborn and I refuse to dropout. I’ve made the choice and I’m stuck with it until I get my bachelor’s degree.
I cry almost every day and I can feel my depression returning and my anxiety spikes at the littlest of things, I just hate it so much being away from home. I’ve joined a church group and I’m joining the biology club, but nothing distracts me from everything.
Sorry this was so long. Any advice on how to deal with the homesickness and your opinions on going home every weekend when you have crippling anxiety?