<p>Hi,</p>
<p>I am currently a freshman at college, and I’m having a big problem: I have neither the motivation nor the desire to involve myself with anything or anyone. Ostensibly, I have done pretty well here; I’ve made friends, joined clubs and I go to class. However, I hate all of it. I hate going to class, I hate going out with my friends, I hate waking up in the morning. Sometimes, when I wake up, I start to make these ridiculous wagers with myself in my head about all the terrible things I would do to myself if it meant I didn’t have to go to class or see anyone. Like, I’ll think to myself, “I would bang my head really hard against this wall if it meant I didn’t have to go to class,” or “I would rather slam the door on my hand than go to class.” I just want all of it to go away. Sometimes I feel like I’d rather just be asleep or in a coma or something. I’m always irritable, always tired. I go out of my way to seem like I’m having a good time, but I’m not.</p>
<p>And it shouldn’t be this way because I care a lot about my education. I am an English major and I hope to be a professor one day, so naturally I’m serious about my schooling. But, at the same time, I can’t even bring myself to read a single paragraph in a book. I can’t focus on any of it. I stare at the words for a few seconds and then I put it down. I can’t concentrate because I can’t stop thinking about how unhappy I am here. </p>
<p>I should probably add that this is somewhat of an ongoing problem. I’ve been depressed for pretty much all of my adolescence, and I started seeing psychiatrists when I was 16. Each of them seemed to have a different idea of what was wrong with me, and I’ve been prescribed medicine for depression, anxiety, and, at one point, ADD. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with me, but, the best way I can describe it is that I torture myself with this constant internal rumination. I do nothing but think and worry and it inhibits me from doing anything else because I’m so consumed with my own consciousness. I can’t just let go and forget myself. </p>
<p>I know a lot of you will encourage me to go to the counseling center at my school. I did, actually. I went a week ago. But as soon as I got there, I immediately regretted coming. I felt the same way while I was there as I did with all the psychiatrists I’ve seen. You see, I don’t feel better when I talk about my problems. It doesn’t do anything to me. And that’s partly why I don’t enjoy being with my friends. I like them and they’re nice, but I don’t really connect with them in anything more than just a basic, superficial way. They talk about girls and parties and popular music and I just get bored with them. The older I get the more I feel like this sense of cosmic aloneness I have will never go away. I mean, I don’t even enjoy being around my family all that much, to be honest.</p>
<p>So, what should I do? I have the option of dropping out after the semester and going to a less reputable local university for my second semester where I live. Then I can transfer again after my second semester to a better school. Either that or I can stay here until the end of the year and then transfer. No matter what, I’m not staying at this school. I hate it and would rather kill myself than stay here for four years. The first option might seem more viable, but, unfortunately, coming home isn’t exactly an exciting prospect for me. I’m not really happy where I am, nor am I really all that happy when I’m home. </p>
<p>Oh, God, I’m sorry I’m making this all so complicated. I just feel so lost and confused. I have all this to think about, and now I have to go do all this work for all my classes. Any help would be appreciated. I just don’t know what to do with myself.</p>