My freshman year I moved across the country to a town 100× larger than my hometown. I was depressed, anxious, on the wrong antidepressants that turned me into a zombie, and was just a low effort shut in on the verge of suicide the entire year before I quit my meds cold turkey and my grades slightly improved. I dreamed of wanting to be a lawyer but I gave up on that after this. I changed my major to something I actually like and set a goal of reaching a 3.5 by the time I graduated, I never thought I'd actually do it. Now my junior year just ended and my GPA is exactly 3.5. I still feel empty, I still feel like I'm not smart enough to have a good career, I feel like a fraud that just ran into some easy classes. I have 2 professors that want me to do research or TA for them and I can't stop wondering what they see in me. 

I left my childhood faith in college. It was one of those religions that taught you only good can come through God, and now I'm doing better without it in my life but I'm worried it'll come crashing down as some sort of cosmic revenge. I still feel like a failure.

I've recently come to terms with being transgender, and now my anxiety about not being able to be a lawyer is sky high because that field is all about perception. I don't know who I am or what I want.

Is a life that feels empty a life worth living?