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Ok guys. It's my first post here. I've been avoiding it, trying to tell myself I shouldn't care what strangers think of me and just pull my **** together. But it's come down to this...I need your advice. I've been following the posts of a lot of you guys, googling answers to my uncertain future and landing myself here time and again. Please give me some advice, empathy, a kick in the butt, whatever you can spare...
I'm almost 20 years old, female, and I was the ultimate beast of a premed since 10 years old. I know that's obnoxious but it is what it is. Now I think it might have been a coping mechanism for my dad's death. I was studying medical terminology and watching "Trauma: Life in the ER" telling myself this was what I wanted. I read medical narratives in my spare time--you name it, I've read it. I can suture like a champ. I saved up for and bought a light microscope at age 14. (lame!) I was tested as gifted "top 2% of the state's students" upon going into high school.* I worked my butt off to get to where I am (3.97 mostly honors GPA in high school, AP credits, worked full time senior year HS) Blah, blah, blah...
*(That really means "highly predisposed to severe mental and social issues," I've come to learn. Most of the other kids were savants/had asperger's/autism/etc.)
I applaud you if you're still reading. My dad was a family physician who also worked in the ER. He died of a morphine overdose at age 35, when I was 8. He was a really smart/cool guy--his death screwed me up a lot (or instigated the screwy-ness perhaps). Apparently he was dealing with depression, and eventually ended up medicating himself, becoming addicted to drugs. I think I got all the fun neurotransmitter imbalance stuff from him--hooray depression, anxiety, sensory processing disorder, ADD, OCD, etc! Depression is cancer of the mind--in its true form as a severe clinical disorder it is devastating in every sense of the word. Not wanting to be alive is pathological, I know that for sure. I've been on and off antidepressants since age 8. I've rejected and denied it time and time again, but I have depression for sure. And it's magnified itself since I came to college.
Anyways, I am here at a state uni and on scholarship based on economic disadvantaged background (2 sets of twins plus 1 = 5 kids under the care of a widowed mother). I worked so hard because I hoped I would be able to give her the world someday. But I am falling apart, burnt out on school, underperforming since coming here. I shoulda coulda woulda taken time off before stepping foot in another classroom after high school, but what's done is done.
Spanish Translation and Physiology majors
4 semesters
Damage:
cGPA 3.5
sGPA 3.2 😱
Worst damage:
Pretty much all B's in science prereqs (gen chem, ochem), C in calc 1.
Might get a C in ochem lab 2, and even in Physio 201 this semester. *mega-ouch*
Still need to take ochem lecture 2, and calc 2.
I have a 4.0 in my Spanish major though.
I don't know if I can take time off, or if I should. But I really feel like it would help right now. I'm worried I've screwed up my chances at med school, or at least made an already long journey much longer via a needed postbac/Masters to up my sGPA. I think about it every day--I sit down to study, and start down this evil spiral of "you're not good enough, you don't want this enough, you won't make it in, etc." And as I think about it more, I start thinking maybe I don't really want it as bad as I thought. I've been dreading the thought of med school lately. I used to look forward to it. Been thinking about easier alternatives, but I know I would regret it. I do have the mind for a doc. But my spirit is so tired. I need some wins, but depression has kept hitting me down. Do I take time off, or keep charging ahead? Drop the Physio major and just be a Spanish translator for a while, then come back to this all later? I think I need to grow as a person before I take even one more step.
Mucho thanks to you if you read through all of this. 🙂 I so very appreciate the help/feedback. So low on self-esteem right now.
I'm almost 20 years old, female, and I was the ultimate beast of a premed since 10 years old. I know that's obnoxious but it is what it is. Now I think it might have been a coping mechanism for my dad's death. I was studying medical terminology and watching "Trauma: Life in the ER" telling myself this was what I wanted. I read medical narratives in my spare time--you name it, I've read it. I can suture like a champ. I saved up for and bought a light microscope at age 14. (lame!) I was tested as gifted "top 2% of the state's students" upon going into high school.* I worked my butt off to get to where I am (3.97 mostly honors GPA in high school, AP credits, worked full time senior year HS) Blah, blah, blah...
*(That really means "highly predisposed to severe mental and social issues," I've come to learn. Most of the other kids were savants/had asperger's/autism/etc.)
I applaud you if you're still reading. My dad was a family physician who also worked in the ER. He died of a morphine overdose at age 35, when I was 8. He was a really smart/cool guy--his death screwed me up a lot (or instigated the screwy-ness perhaps). Apparently he was dealing with depression, and eventually ended up medicating himself, becoming addicted to drugs. I think I got all the fun neurotransmitter imbalance stuff from him--hooray depression, anxiety, sensory processing disorder, ADD, OCD, etc! Depression is cancer of the mind--in its true form as a severe clinical disorder it is devastating in every sense of the word. Not wanting to be alive is pathological, I know that for sure. I've been on and off antidepressants since age 8. I've rejected and denied it time and time again, but I have depression for sure. And it's magnified itself since I came to college.
Anyways, I am here at a state uni and on scholarship based on economic disadvantaged background (2 sets of twins plus 1 = 5 kids under the care of a widowed mother). I worked so hard because I hoped I would be able to give her the world someday. But I am falling apart, burnt out on school, underperforming since coming here. I shoulda coulda woulda taken time off before stepping foot in another classroom after high school, but what's done is done.
Spanish Translation and Physiology majors
4 semesters
Damage:
cGPA 3.5
sGPA 3.2 😱
Worst damage:
Pretty much all B's in science prereqs (gen chem, ochem), C in calc 1.
Might get a C in ochem lab 2, and even in Physio 201 this semester. *mega-ouch*
Still need to take ochem lecture 2, and calc 2.
I have a 4.0 in my Spanish major though.

I don't know if I can take time off, or if I should. But I really feel like it would help right now. I'm worried I've screwed up my chances at med school, or at least made an already long journey much longer via a needed postbac/Masters to up my sGPA. I think about it every day--I sit down to study, and start down this evil spiral of "you're not good enough, you don't want this enough, you won't make it in, etc." And as I think about it more, I start thinking maybe I don't really want it as bad as I thought. I've been dreading the thought of med school lately. I used to look forward to it. Been thinking about easier alternatives, but I know I would regret it. I do have the mind for a doc. But my spirit is so tired. I need some wins, but depression has kept hitting me down. Do I take time off, or keep charging ahead? Drop the Physio major and just be a Spanish translator for a while, then come back to this all later? I think I need to grow as a person before I take even one more step.
Mucho thanks to you if you read through all of this. 🙂 I so very appreciate the help/feedback. So low on self-esteem right now.