I need advice.
Backstory, you don’t really have to read it but I want to explain why this is difficult for me:
[Spoiler]I grew up super poor (I think I’ve said that on here before).I am the youngest of 4 girls, and my mother told us that if we ever wanted to attend college we needed to get good grades and scholarships. So I spent my childhood focusing on school and attaining as much knowledge as possible.
My biological father was abusive, and my mom had fled with us girls in the middle of the night to her sister’s house. She spent the next decade working her ass off to take care of us. She gave up her dreams, which led to a lot of unhappiness for her later on. When I was 12, my grandmother died. It hit my mom really hard. She’d just started menopause as well, and is bipolar (unmedicated).
From there my life went completely downhill. She started drinking a lot, and decided she didn’t want to be a ‘mom’ anymore. My sisters had moved out of the house, so I was the only one left to deal with. She started having me drive her (yes, I was 12) to the ocean to pick up men at the bar. I’d then sit in her car while she’d have sex with them in their car next to me (so I could intervene if they got too rough), and then drive her home while she drunkenly slept in the back. I got a full time job under the table to pay the bills because she quit her job and was too high to do anything all day.
I became pretty bitter towards my mom, and by the time I was 16 our relationship had become so strained she decided to skip town and go live in a trailer in the woods. I became homeless as a result.
At that point I’d still managed to keep a 4.0 GPA, but my focus had shifted to where I would sleep that night, and where I’d find something to eat. Scholarships were no longer a priority. I spent the next few years in survival mode, sleeping under bridges and in the woods outside of town, depending on school lunches to sustain me.
Two weeks after I turned 18, I got married to my boyfriend and he joined the USMC so that we would have somewhere to live. I know now that it was more out of desperation than affection, though at the time we thought we were in love. After his first deployment he was diagnosed with PTSD, which led to a relationship of extreme abuse. He wouldn’t even allow me to leave the house, so going to college at that time was out of the question. I was with him for a number of years before I was able to flee back to my hometown.
I started going to college, got a job, was in a decent relationship. I was happy for less than a year before I got into a serious car accident and broke my neck. From there I was on temporary disability, living in (basically) a shack with 3 other people. Because of the head trauma and the injuries I sustained, I failed that quarter of college and they put me on academic probation - no student loans or government assistance allowed until I personally paid for college and raised by GPA back up.
It’s been 3 years since the accident. I have since healed from my injuries, am working, have a wonderful partner, etc. (As a further side note, I have also patched the relationship with my mother, and she is now a very supportive person in my life.) [/SPOILER]
I want to return to school, but we live on a strict budget already. I am not adverse to hard work - I am fully capable of working full time and going to school full time. That was the plan, in fact, but I can barely pay my bills on my salary, let alone pay for college courses on top of it until I raise my GPA. I am currently taking mock-classes online to prep me for full time college courses for the degree, but they’re not worth credit.
As well as this, the degree I am passionate about is Astrophysics. I am already 25; I know that’s young but most astrophysicists already have their degree by now. It’s also an extremely competitive field. I wouldn’t get out of college until I was in my early 30’s. Am I aiming too high?
My partner is 10 years older than me, and he said he went through something similar. At one point he had to tell himself that his goals were unrealistic, and settled to become a truck driver. He enjoys his job, but it was not what he wanted to do his entire life (and he has now accepted it as his lifetime career). It breaks my heart. When things were really bad, I kept myself going by daydreaming about the great things I would do - the discoveries I would make and how I would contribute to the scientific community. I know it wouldn’t be the end of the world - I can still be happy even if I am not an Astrophysicist. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
The truth is that I feel as though I’ve climbed an entire fucking mountain just to realize that I’m still only at the base camp.
Is it bad to want to achieve greatness? Is that naive? At what point do people decide their dreams are unrealistic? My family keeps suggesting that I get a ‘temporary’ career but that will only take me longer to reach the career I want. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I’m having a pity party and just need to accept the reality that I am insignificant. Become a welder and go work in the ship yard or something (nothing wrong with this career, it’s just not what I want).
This isn’t a plea for pity. I am wondering if any of you have experienced this moment in your life and how you accepted/overcame it.