I want to preface this by stating that I have always been a very fickle person. Even as a child, I would bounce back and forth between activities, dreams, and creative projects. When I fenced, I couldn’t pick a weapon to stick with. When I wrote stories, I would give up on them to write something else later. The only lasting behavioral trait I think I’ve ever really had is a consistent interest in escapism in the forms of consuming and creating stories and images, and a general introversion and lack of feeling like I belong in society. Throughout high school, I felt a looming dread about the inevitable requirement of choosing a career path and buckling down to study, as I knew I would need to. Things came very easily for me in high school, mostly in the field of English.
I’m rambling. The reason I signed up for this site and am posting this is because I feel like I’m at a breaking point with college, and I haven’t even finished my first semester. It’s 1am and I have an exam tomorrow night, and I got a 50% on the practice exam. This summer I came to the conclusion I wanted to be a wilderness ranger, but that dream is becoming hazy as I struggle with chemistry class. I feel virtually no motivation and no care for chemistry itself, nor mathematics. Whenever I get many homework problems wrong, I fly into a rage and end up crying, self-harming, and having suicidal thoughts. The only thing that’s really kept me doing the homework each week is this idea that one day I might be able to spend most of my time in the woods, because nature is the ONLY place that I’ve ever felt peace of mind in.
I am simply at a loss for what to do. Even in these basic, semi-remedial STEM courses, I’m cracking, and already dreading the next chemistry course I’m supposed to take next semester. I’m experiencing chest pain, shoulder pain, and these constant, racing, anxiety-producing thoughts that I’m going to fail, not choose what I want to do in time, wind up unhappy, etc. I know for a fact that I have always been more liberal-arts inclined, but I can’t tear myself away from the idea of just getting to be in the remote outdoors most of the time. I know I would be terrific in an English degree, but I don’t want to teach or wait tables forever.
Does anyone have any advice? Even if that advice is “You’re crazy, go see a therapist,” I would still value it. In high school I just breezed through everything and loved it. In college, I’m hating every single day and class I’m in, not sleeping, and I don’t think this is sustainable. I decided to move back home next year in order to cope better, but even then I’m worried I’m not going to be able to handle it. I’m a wreck and legitimately fear that all of this is going to end up with me hurting myself. I need to know if anyone else has ever dealt with these thoughts or feelings, what you did, etc. I’m at a loss here and I don’t think there’s anyone I know in person that can actually help me.