Hello, all. I hope you won't mind if I use you all as a collective agony aunt for a bit.
I'm in a bit of a dilemma at present. I’m becoming almost desperate to get out of the family home. This is more than a matter of wanting a bit of independence or freedom, which I’m sure is common to most if not all adults, but a matter of something approaching necessity. For my entire life I’ve been jerked around emotionally, had my self-esteem trodden on or destroyed, and the effect it’s had on me and my mental health has been pronounced. I’m only just starting to put all the pieces together and realize that my entire life to date has been about trying to escape, and being unable to. I’ve come to the conclusion: I can’t stay here. If there’s one driving goal in my life at present, it’s to get away from home and live elsewhere. The problem, of course, is that I can’t afford it. And I do mean I can’t afford it; if it were at all feasible I’d have done it by now. Even renting an apartment for a month would cost 10 times my current monthly income, to say nothing of bills, food, etc. In order to get away, I need a full-time, reasonably-paid job and I need to stay there for long enough to put a fair bit of money in the bank before I find somewhere (and then maintain that job through the move). Finding a full-time, reasonably paid job is difficult enough anyway (I’m a Cambridge graduate, but in the year since graduation I’ve only managed to get a 10 hour a week retail job, and that only in the last month), but my erratic mental health makes it harder. In order to get on with my life I need to get away, so I need a reasonable job, but I have (even more) difficulty doing that because I can’t get away. If you follow me.
As part of my drive to do something useful to hopefully escape the rut that leads to depression, I’ve been seriously considering taking a course at the London School of Journalism, which I believe would be a good fit. Specific training for a career would be a welcome improvement over my currently directionless approach, and the success rate in employment for the graduates is seemingly high and stable. The major problem is, of course, money. Fees and travel. Now, I could take out a Career Development Loan, which will make attending feasible but means more debt (on top of my student loans). The course is part-time, though, so I can be working or looking for work at the same time. Still, to acquire more debt with no actual guarantee of a job isn’t something I’m eager to do. And while Journalism is something I know I could learn to love and succeed at, it's not in my nature to take a leap and a stab at something if I'm not confident in my ability to stay on target.
Seeing as the School and its regular courses aren’t going anywhere, I could wait until I’ve got a better, full-time job and a bit of money, and then apply from a position of stability should I still want to pursue journalism. But the whole point, of course, is that I’m having difficulty finding such a job, which is a large part of why I want to commit to a training course that will give me a better stab at a specific career. Do I take a gamble, apply for the course and hope it helps me find a job, and hope that the additional debt will be worth it, or do I wait? If I wait I risk falling into another serious low. Then again, if I take the course while still living at the family home, that will affect my health because it’ll undercut my confidence, which is practically nil anyway, and I’ll have to put up with the implicit judgement that I’m making a stupid mistake (everything I do is wrong and stupid). Finally, I won't be able to make the most of the course and its opportunities if I have another depressive bout.
Basically, I have a knot of interrelated problems: having to live at home, my illness, lack of money to spare, no full-time job, and the desire to commit to pursuing a career so as to give me a sense of direction. I can’t seem to untangle the knot, because to solve one of these issues requires the others be solved first. As the bitter cherry atop the sad clown-faced cake, I need to make a decision and give myself a sense that I’m moving forward in life in order to keep in good cheer, but I also know that making major decisions out of a desperate desire to find a solution, or while in a state of emotional instability, isn’t wise.
So, what do you think?
I'm in a bit of a dilemma at present. I’m becoming almost desperate to get out of the family home. This is more than a matter of wanting a bit of independence or freedom, which I’m sure is common to most if not all adults, but a matter of something approaching necessity. For my entire life I’ve been jerked around emotionally, had my self-esteem trodden on or destroyed, and the effect it’s had on me and my mental health has been pronounced. I’m only just starting to put all the pieces together and realize that my entire life to date has been about trying to escape, and being unable to. I’ve come to the conclusion: I can’t stay here. If there’s one driving goal in my life at present, it’s to get away from home and live elsewhere. The problem, of course, is that I can’t afford it. And I do mean I can’t afford it; if it were at all feasible I’d have done it by now. Even renting an apartment for a month would cost 10 times my current monthly income, to say nothing of bills, food, etc. In order to get away, I need a full-time, reasonably-paid job and I need to stay there for long enough to put a fair bit of money in the bank before I find somewhere (and then maintain that job through the move). Finding a full-time, reasonably paid job is difficult enough anyway (I’m a Cambridge graduate, but in the year since graduation I’ve only managed to get a 10 hour a week retail job, and that only in the last month), but my erratic mental health makes it harder. In order to get on with my life I need to get away, so I need a reasonable job, but I have (even more) difficulty doing that because I can’t get away. If you follow me.
As part of my drive to do something useful to hopefully escape the rut that leads to depression, I’ve been seriously considering taking a course at the London School of Journalism, which I believe would be a good fit. Specific training for a career would be a welcome improvement over my currently directionless approach, and the success rate in employment for the graduates is seemingly high and stable. The major problem is, of course, money. Fees and travel. Now, I could take out a Career Development Loan, which will make attending feasible but means more debt (on top of my student loans). The course is part-time, though, so I can be working or looking for work at the same time. Still, to acquire more debt with no actual guarantee of a job isn’t something I’m eager to do. And while Journalism is something I know I could learn to love and succeed at, it's not in my nature to take a leap and a stab at something if I'm not confident in my ability to stay on target.
Seeing as the School and its regular courses aren’t going anywhere, I could wait until I’ve got a better, full-time job and a bit of money, and then apply from a position of stability should I still want to pursue journalism. But the whole point, of course, is that I’m having difficulty finding such a job, which is a large part of why I want to commit to a training course that will give me a better stab at a specific career. Do I take a gamble, apply for the course and hope it helps me find a job, and hope that the additional debt will be worth it, or do I wait? If I wait I risk falling into another serious low. Then again, if I take the course while still living at the family home, that will affect my health because it’ll undercut my confidence, which is practically nil anyway, and I’ll have to put up with the implicit judgement that I’m making a stupid mistake (everything I do is wrong and stupid). Finally, I won't be able to make the most of the course and its opportunities if I have another depressive bout.
Basically, I have a knot of interrelated problems: having to live at home, my illness, lack of money to spare, no full-time job, and the desire to commit to pursuing a career so as to give me a sense of direction. I can’t seem to untangle the knot, because to solve one of these issues requires the others be solved first. As the bitter cherry atop the sad clown-faced cake, I need to make a decision and give myself a sense that I’m moving forward in life in order to keep in good cheer, but I also know that making major decisions out of a desperate desire to find a solution, or while in a state of emotional instability, isn’t wise.
So, what do you think?