So I’ve made the decision to drop out of grad school. I’m going to treat this next semester as a probationary period. And if it still causes me daily stress and I continue to be this depressed and overwhelmed, I’m going to leave. I’m too young to feel stuck in something I hate. I am entitled to change my mind. I have years ahead of me to decide what I really am passionate about, because it’s clearly not this. And if this next semester proves me wrong, and I find my passion again, then that’s great too. But I’m done swimming up stream. I’m tired. I figure one last semester with zero consequences could offer answers. If I fail my classes, fine. If I don’t make any art at all for critique, then it wasn’t meant to be. If I hate teaching my class, I won’t ever teach another one. It’s my life and I want it back. I had to bottom out sometime!