

So let’s start with college. Failure is a part of life. You can do everything right and still fail. There’s no shame in that. If you gave it everything you had, then you have nothing to regret. And what you can ‘give’ changes over time. Now, let me tell you as someone who is a software engineer… experience and certain certs will likely count for more over time. College is a great way to get your foot in the door, give you some experience, etc. Some jobs might “require” it, but that’s going to be some crap FAANG job. So, if you want to go back, do it because you want to, not because you think you have to.
But let’s shift this to your career as is. Imposter syndrome is a very real thing. If you feel like an impostor BUT you’re able to do the work and people think you do good work, then you’re doing good. The impostor syndrome will go away as you gain confidence in what you do. So if you think the company pays you fairly and you see financial growth in your future, you’re doing fine. And I know what it’s like to be the solo developer, with multiple managers all wondering when a thing THEY promised someone is going to be done. A month or so ago, I had a happy hour with a colleague/mentor of mine, who said I had nothing to worry about, that my job wasn’t on the chopping block, and everyone is really happy with my work. After that, I felt less pressured to work 12-16 hour days (especially as a salaried employee).
Now for the harder stuff, homelife. Listen, you’re the kid. You’re young. Your bio-parents have problems and are refusing to do anything about it. Those problems are not your problems. It’s not like they 80+ and you’re in your 50/60s and your bio-parents just can’t move around like they used to, stairs are dangerous because they have a bad hip, they’re getting weak, etc. It’s possible, and I’d think likely, that your own mental problems are extensions of theirs and being around them. Now, I’m no doctor (as I previously stated, I’m a software engineer…) but I strongly feel like if you had your own space, away from them, were you can focus on just you, not surrounded by negativity, and you can decompress… I’m not saying it’s going to cure you, but maybe it goes from ‘quite strong’ to ‘very mild’. From habanero down to jalapeno.
Story time, kid. When I was younger than you, I lived with my Mom and step-dad. They were garbage parents to me (apparently, they got better with my younger siblings). Every job I wanted, they told me how terrible I’d be at it. They never showed up for my sporting events, didn’t support me in any of my extracurricular stuff (like knowledge bowl). When I’d get the admission letter for the gifted and talented summer program, well… most parents would be super excited that their kid got into it, but they weren’t. My mom regularly let me know how much she just really wanted me dead (by hand gun!) Eventually, moved in with my Dad and my step-mom. Who were ALSO, somehow, terrible but in fun new ways. One fall, being 18 but in high school (where my birthday lands me on the older side for my grade), at maybe 2 am on Saturday, I had an argument with my Dad. He insulted me and my girlfriend. For context, she wasn’t there, he was just “in for a penny in for a pound, if I’m going to burn this bridge, might as well do it right”. So, I was 18, paying rent/bills, going to high school yet, and working full-time. None of my parents gave a shit about me until I graduated college… But, backing it up a bit, living with my folks, I thought I’d amount to nothing despite the school system labeling me as ‘gifted’. Eventually, I was extremely suicidal, depressed, unhappy, etc., and single. At one point, I was working a job I FUCKING hated, living out of a long-stay hotel, watching my bank account drain slowly, buying the cheapest food I could… I’ll be honest, I figured I was going to die before I turned 21. But I met someone, and she was amazing. She didn’t demand anything of me, she was just there. She was just kind. And when I’d hit my lows, she and her mom didn’t abandon me, they supported me. They supported me on my terms, how I wanted. I felt someone cared about me. I became happy. I became motivated. She inspired me by just existing. And I remember the day it all “clicked”. Where I saw a future. A “hey, I think I might want to grow old” kind of future. It’s the day I knew I wanted to marry her, the day I decided to turn my life around, etc.
Now sadly, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. People change over time, that’s the sad truth of reality. But, that’s not the focus of that story. It’s that… I felt like nothing when I was with my folks. And when I was on my own, it was hard and I was failing, so I wanted to be nothing. But then, she walked into my life. Then I wanted to be something. And even though she’s no longer in my life, I’m still moving forward
Hope that helps. You’re not alone out there, even when it sometimes feels like it. And you’re young. You’re in your twenties, you’re still figuring out what it means to be an adult. Figuring out who you are. But from my personal experience, your 30s are amazing. I don’t have a full view of the 40s yet so I can’t comment there yet.
Man, I hope it’s good. Scrubs is my favorite non-scifi show. I want to buy the whole thing on bluray/dvd but right now I can’t find the whole thing. Some people, when you say “Eagle,” think the bird. Some people think “USA”. I think about Turk and JD.