Today, I did something I wouldn’t normally do. I made a pretty serious decision without totally thinking it through first. I dropped a class. When you drop a class this late in the semester, you don’t get your money back. Can you believe I did that?
I’m still in shock that I actually dropped the course. It’s a required statistics course – and I was not doing well in it AT ALL. I will, obviously, have to re-take it before I graduate. But right now, I just couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle potentially failing a class or getting such a low grade that it would ruin my GPA. I have been having way too many problems with my health and anxiety and anxiety-induced-depression that I could not handle the thought of failing a class.
After I dropped the course (a few hours ago) I saw my psychologist. Apparently, I am suffering from depression (caused by anxiety) right now. That was sort of hard to hear, but it’s not like I didn’t already suspect it.
But, you know what else she said? She said she thinks I made the right choice dropping the class. No class (or anything else really) is worth sacrificing your health for.