i’ve posted my problems on reddit to highlight the more technical aspects of my problems, but i just need an emotional release right now. i feel so awful about the college i committed to. move-in is in 3 days and i have neglected packing because i have been so terribly depressed about leaving.
here’s a little timeline:
late February- i get accepted into said college and commit immediately. why? a lot of my friends were going to this school, and i guess i had some sort of warped expectation of what college life is about. had dreams of being roommates with my friends. also its a top public university and i was drawn to the fact that it guaranteed a lot of opportunities (yet i still didn’t know what i wanted to major in)
March- realizing that my roommate dreams fell apart. people ended up making their own plans. i could’ve roomed with another one of my friends, but i was offered the chance to live in a brand new building specifically for honors students and didn’t want to give that up so i went looking for roommates on my own (big mistake) i eventually find a roommate, she’s sweet but we still don’t even know each other that well
June- visit the campus again for orientation. we went in the past but it was a very brief tour. we really got to examine the campus and area this time around. i get in a really bad fight with my mom because she was pointing out all these awful things about the campus (how far the college is from home (6 hours), how dangerous the outside town is, how run-down the art college building is, how non-diverse the students are (im hispanic)) but i keep arguing back against her. i was unwilling to acknowledge these facts because i already felt too committed to this school, but the realization hit me and i immediately broke down
after seeing that campus, my mom offered to drive us all the way to another college campus that was closer to home (only 3 hours), just to tour it and see other options. i was actually also accepted to this school, but i quickly brushed it aside because i was so hyperfixated on school A. the campus was really nice and modern, and the art building was miles better. i went to admissions and was able to have an offer to be admitted to their fall class. perfect right? wrong! i ended up panicking and stressing so hard over leaving college A which caused me to decline the offer to college B.
July- at this point i had settled back into the idea of going to college A and making the best of it. but at the end of the month i began having another breakdown over missing my mom and living so far away. this led to a big conversation about my motivation to go to this school, which ended up being just to “live the college experience”, chase the affection of my friends, and have the reputation of the school. i began having doubts in my career choice as well, leaning away from graphic design and more towards accounting. but to this moment im still not fully committed to a career. i also find out around this time that the fancy new buildings for honors kids are majority traditional style rooms (yes, this means communal bathrooms).
ive spent the entirety of the past few weeks figuring out information to go to a local community college and transfer to college B in the spring. everything has fallen into place. i can transfer my scholarships there, i could carpool with a friend whos attending, and i could end up rooming with one of my friends who is going to college B. ive managed to get my transcripts and residency done at the CC (which took ages and lots of phone calls).
the problem? i still feel awful about leaving college A. i have never cried so much and so hard in my entire life over the thought of leaving my family, and yet for some reason i still feel obligated to go to college A despite all the red flags. i could’ve let go of this college weeks ago, and yet here i am today, the last day to cancel our hotel for move-in, still torturing myself over this decision. i have talked to friends, my mom, redditors, my abuela, even a crisis hotline because i feel absolutely horrible. i feel so sorry for my mom, who has had to live in this perpetual state of “is she going or not?” which has ruined our potential last days together. it feels like there are two people in my head telling me to stay or to go and i have not been able to reach a conclusion. i feel like im just letting time pass to force myself into going so i can blame circumstances as opposed to myself for this awful choice of mine. everyone tells me the decision is my own. i know that, and thats what makes this so hard for me. ive grown used to having people tell me what to do and where to go that for the first time ever i am completely lost. no dreams or aspirations, just a desire to survive.
i only have until midnight tonight to change my mind and stay home. i get so scared that staying here would be letting my anxiety win and letting a great opportunity go by. but i also know that staying here would give me more time to prepare emotionally, get a job to learn life skills, and ease myself into college life. but i feel deep down like a failure for not being able to suck it up and go to College A.
any advice?