<p>I'm experiencing a major dilemma in my life right now, a crossroads of sorts, one that requires immediate attention. I need some serious help.</p>
<p>It started with my first B. Lame, I know, to react in the way that I did (which is to say, certifiably insane) to such a minuscule problem, but it was the only way I knew how to deal with it. With anything, really. The problem, or more aptly, one of many, was that I had been struggling with a mild case of OCD all my life. The perfectionism (to put it lightly) was something that I had always known was there, but had only ever proved to help me. Well, that was over now, and it - my perfectionism/OCD/whatever you want to call it - laid the path for my depression. I was wobbling (dangerously, I might add) on the line between sanity and insanity.</p>
<p>When I finally toppled over into the land of the insane, I didn't know what to do. Even my AP Psychology class had not prepared me for what I was about to experience firsthand: mental illness and its accompanying stigma. </p>
<p>For the last three months of my sophomore year, depression ruled my life. I'm not talking your run of the mill, my-grandpa-died-so-I'm-sad depression, either. I'm talking can't-get-out-of-bed, hate-myself-and-the-world, alienate-myself-from-all-I-ever-loved depression. The worst kind. The kind I know only too well. </p>
<p>Before that hideous monster of a thing, depression, reared its ugly head, I was doing well. I was the quintessential Harvard applicant (though I was more of a Yalie, myself). Straight-A student, on my way to becoming the editor of both the literary magazine (which I founded, no less) and the school newspaper and captain of the Varsity dance team, a lead in the musical, and a slew of other activities not worth mentioning here. I danced 10 hours per week apart from the dance team, volunteered at homeless shelters, and loved learning about new cultures. I loved learning in general. Actually, I loved life in general. (That might be a bit of an overstatement. I appreciated life, certainly, which is just as, if not more, important, I now realize.)</p>
<p>Completely demotivated, I lay in bed for three months pondering life's questions and searching for answers that were never there. I tried to go to school - really, I did - but it just wasn't working for me. My teachers were incredibly accommodating (especially for a public school) and worked with me over the summer months to earn back the As they said I deserved. (Which, undoubtedly, I didn't, but I didn't tell them that.) I knew I could not go back to that school. </p>
<p>So I moved on to an alternative school. (Talk about stigma.) It went well, and I got As, and I was happy. And that's how it went for a while. Until, again, depression struck. I don't know what it was this time, only that it was worse than before. Then, to make matters worse, I was hospitalized for an intensive surgery that landed me in the hospital for 2 months, where I felt so much better, better than ever before. Now, finally, I was ready again. I was landing on my feet for the first time in one and a half years and was ready to gain back everything I had lost, everything I had worked so hard for over the past 16 years.</p>
<p>I transferred to my third high school (for my second junior year) to a rigorous college prep school, the most rigorous and structured of any school. This was it, I thought. This would be my gateway to my dreams, to Good Grades and a Perfect College and a Perfect Job and a Perfect Life. But then, of course - you guessed it - depression struck once again. Like lightning, this time with a vengeance and a vendetta: to never allow me happiness. </p>
<p>I'm dropping out of high school. I'm done. I've tried everything, from psychiatry to psychology to therapy to medicine to even (dare I say it?) hospitalization. I've worked on Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and challenging my thoughts and blah blah blah and I'm just so sick of it all. I'm really ready to move on from all this and just die. But since that's not an option, really, I've decided to just move on from high school. </p>
<p>My options, I guess, are wide open right now. I've thought about them, weighed them over, and just cannot come to a clear consensus. Right now, it seems that my best option would be to stay in school (of course) but that doesn't mean it has to be high school, right? I mean, couldn't I go on to community college, earn my GED later, and then go on to a 4-year institution? Or should I consider home schooling? That really seems like a good option, but I need some support. I just don't know how to go about it. My parents have basically said that they've given up on me and are completely unwilling to keep trying. I need some support, and since I'm not getting it from my parents, the people who are actually supposed to be supporting me no matter what, I've resorted to eliciting help from strangers on the Internet. I realize that this is a pathetic cry for help, but I'm just so lost. Please, if you have any idea as for what I could do, please help me. I really could use any help you have to offer. </p>
<p>Thank you so much for taking the time to read this/and or comment. You don't know how much I appreciate it! :)</p>