thought about this...esp last yr
Honestly, anything you do simply out of "desperation" is giving up IMO and a cop out.... fukk a military.
I know *exactly* how you feel, I've been through it, probably the worse degrees than you....
I told myself when I was 19 years old, working in a call center in Atlanta GA (my first job there): "If I'm still working a 9 to 5 by the time in 30... I'm going to kill myself"...
I said that after looking at all these 45 and 60 year olds up in there.
I'm 29 right now, and haven't worked a 9 to 5 in 3 years...
THE PROCESS IS NOT GOING TO BE EASY.... But you have to stick it out, fight through it, and ultimately chase your dreams, whatever that is...
You gotta know yourself and what makes YOU happy... And how you want to live YOUR life.... DON'T SETTLE.... Shoot for the stars and know suicide / getting strung out on drugs (think about how your Ma would look at it) is NOT an option.....
You need to write down your ultimate goal in life.. What makes you happy? Is it 10 dime piece bytches? Is it making $40,000 a MONTH? Is it getting into the music industry or sports?
I don't know you.... So I can't answer that.... But whatever MAKES YOU HAPPY, map out a DETAILED PLAN to get from POINT A TO POINT B and go HARD for that shyt.... Understand it will NOT be easy... But keep pushing to you get their, keep faith, and it WILL COME.... I know personally.
Anybody telling you to go to the military when you're not passionate about it is a cop out IMO.... Like, I have a brother, right? He's all about that 9 to 5 life... He hit a road bump, started struggling... and he basically had 3 options: 1) Kill myself 2) Move back home with momma for a while 3) Get Wifed up so this bytch can split the bills with me.
He chose option 3...... I chose option 2.....
There no way I'm wifing a bytch up (in your instance, joining the military) out of desperation.... I know my bro, and he all about the bytches like me.... But he don't have my business mind... And in ATL, you need money for hoes anyway.... So, he just gave up, gave in, and signed his life on the dotted line....
I could never do that.... I moved back home with momma for a lil while, brain stormed some shyt and figured some shyt out, and now making WAAAYYYYY more than I ever made at a 9 to 5.
When I hit ATL soon.... Oh boy... no 9 to 5 and money for them trifling hoes? That's what I'm about... My bro woulda done the same if he had my business mind, but he doesn't....
This lil story is basically to tell you, don't make a long term commitment out of desperation... I call that folding..... You figure out what the fukk you wanna do and fight for it nikka and do whatever you gotta do in the mean time to keep your mind right ( I don't give a fukk if you gotta get a temporary depression pill.. just don't turn into an alc or strung out on drugs)....
Once you reach your ultimate goal.. You'll be glad you took my advice.
You aint the only one going through those feelings... Probably 80% of young black people are for one reason or another. (or young people period... its a fact shyt is much harder on this generation than previous ones)