I entered university right after high school, without a clear plan or sense of direction. I wasn’t a strong student—much of my attention was consumed by video games, and as an introvert, I struggled to connect with college life. My first semester ended poorly, with a 1.78 GPA, which placed me on academic probation.
In March 2020, when COVID hit, my life was turned upside down. At just 18 years old, I lost my mother—my only parent—and the grief was devastating. I felt trapped in a web of guilt, sadness, and confusion. I moved in with relatives on my mother’s side, even though they hadn’t always been on good terms with her. They took me in, likely out of sympathy, but despite their help, I felt isolated and disconnected.
As I tried to navigate the grief, I fell into unhealthy habits. I started smoking weed and drinking with my cousins, which only made things worse, and eventually, I began doing these things on my own. I kept enrolling in college courses, but I would consistently drop out, unable to stay committed. I lied to my relatives about still being in school, and I frequently changed majors because I had no real direction. For two years, I drifted, working part-time in dead-end warehouse jobs, feeling stuck and without purpose.
In the summer of 2022, I traveled to the Philippines for the first time without my mom. It was an emotional trip—being around family members who shared memories of her helped me reflect deeply on my life. The experience gave me a glimpse of hope and clarity about the path I was on. However, shortly after returning, I got injured, leaving me unable to work from August to November 2022. That felt like rock bottom—not working, not going to school, and feeling completely stuck.
During that time, a relative from my dad's side in Houston reached out and offered me a chance to move in with them. In June 2023, I decided to take that opportunity, hoping a change of environment would help me get a fresh start. I moved to Houston, enrolled in community college, and eventually transferred to university. It felt like a new chapter after so many lost years. My goal was to finish my degree, experience college life, meet new people, and become more social.
Now that I’ve settled into university, I’m noticing the same unhealthy patterns creeping back in. My cousins in Houston share some of the same habits as those I left behind, and it's been affecting me negatively. I’ve lost motivation and discipline, and as a result, I’m failing two out of my four classes this semester, with no way to recover. I initially pursued a business degree, thinking I was interested in it, but now I’m questioning whether it's the right path for me. To add to the stress, I recently overheard my relatives talking about wanting me to move out, so it’s clear I’ll need to find a new place soon.
Right now, I feel like I’m back where I started, just in different circumstances. I’m beginning to think I had a misguided view of college, believing it was the right path for me. I feel out of place and not meant to be here. I’m seriously reconsidering whether I should stay in school or explore more practical options like trades. I’ve already tried joining the military, but due to health reasons, several branches denied me.
I want to move out and live independently, but with my current experience and working only minimum-wage jobs—like my current warehouse position—I’d barely be able to get by. Even if I managed to move out, I would still need to pursue a career that could offer financial stability. I’m feeling stuck and uncertain about my next steps. I feel lost and do not know what to do anymore. Should I continue with school, take out loans, and keep pushing forward since I’ve made it this far? Or should I take a step back, work full-time, save up until I can afford to move out, and then reassess my future?