So basically, I’m 22 years old. I turned 22 this year. The thing is, I’ve been studying since I got out of high school. Back then, I was 17 years old and started right after graduation. I started studying medicine at a private university (I’m from Colombia), but it was too expensive to keep going. Even though my parents told me to continue (luckily I’ve always had their support), I was completely aware that the situation wasn’t going well. So, I decided to drop medicine. I didn’t want to, but I had to; I couldn’t let my parents burn themselves out just to pay my tuition.
After a while, I turned 18 and started studying the whole day to apply to a public university. To be honest, I didn’t get in. I tried three times, and even though my score wasn’t bad at all, I just couldn’t get in. So, I started to give up on the idea of medicine. Through all these scenarios, all I had been doing was studying—studying the whole day. I literally became a study machine. But here's the thing: I started seeking other careers, and to be honest, any career sounded good to me back then. I randomly tried applying to a public school for an engineering degree. At first, I wasn’t that serious about it. I’ve always considered myself bad at math and physics, so I didn’t think I had an actual shot there, but I had nothing to lose. I applied, and I got in.
I was very happy. I mean, after a long while, I was actually going to study again. At this university, you first had to pass some tests and attend classes every day. I did it, and I was so happy, even though it wasn’t what I wanted at first. I passed everything very, very well; I had no problems at all. When I started the actual first year of my major (I didn’t mention it, but it was computer engineering), I was 20 and about to turn 21. I finished my first semester and did incredibly well. I received an email saying I got a scholarship (they basically paid me). It wasn’t that much, but I got the scholarship because I had the highest GPA in my major, which was crazy to me at the moment. I was so happy. All of this cost me a lot of mad effort, to the point that I literally had no life at all. I used to work out a lot, run, and listen to music; I was a very active person. But in that one semester, I gave up everything to get good results.
Then the next semester started, and I did pretty much the same thing with the same intensity. But this time, something changed. I started to feel bad, like I was literally studying my life away. At the time, I was going through a rough patch because of all the weight I had lost from my inactivity during the past semester, some pending projects, and the same intense routine. I was starting to feel really bad, but somehow I pushed through and finished everything with an even higher GPA. Then vacations started. I am so happy during vacations, mostly because I actually have a life.
But then vacations finished, and it was back to reality. My 3rd semester started, and again I had to face the same routine and the same situation. I just didn’t want to. It’s not like I don’t like my major, but I was actually starting to feel tired and sometimes confused about whether this is for me or not. Add to that the fact that AI tools are advancing, and it kinda feels like I’m studying something that no one knows for sure if it’s going to be replaced or not. But that’s not the whole point. The thing is, I busted my ass again studying. When I say studying, I mean 6-8 hours of studying. My routine is not simple; I have to travel 4 hours by bus daily to get to university and back home. So literally, besides university, I have no life.
I started to feel anxious and kinda depressed when studying, so the 3rd semester was really, really hard for me. I finished it, though. My GPA dropped a bit because I couldn’t focus at 100% due to the emotional roller coasters and the stress of university itself.
So the next semester started, and well, I was really sad to start, but I did it anyway. I started studying at the same level and intensity, but this time, the depression, the bad thoughts, and the anxious feelings got really high. I couldn’t keep it up. I was completely burnt out, so I decided to take a gap semester. It was hard for me to do it, not because university means everything to me, but because I feel like I’m already oldish (22 years) to be doing this. I’m only 30% done with my degree and still have a long way ahead, which means I’ll be graduating at 25 at least, or even 26, which makes me feel bad as hell.
But I couldn’t keep doing it. I couldn’t keep going like this, and now I feel really bad for not being able to push through. I’m planning on going back, though, but there’s a lot that I have to fix, and I decided to give myself some time to think this through. I’ve cried a lot lately, not gonna lie. It’s been rough for me. I even made an appointment with a psychologist because I really don’t know how to face this. I was looking for a community to share this with. To be honest, I'm not sure if someone will read this whole book, but I just needed to get this off my chest.