Disappointed...what a good word. Sometimes I feel very disappointed in what my life has become (it's no where near what I dreamed). At some point, I had to "mourn" my dream life and grab hold of the life I have. Some days, I'm in mourning mode again.

Depression is not a choice. It's asinine to believe it is. I don't think anyone would choose to have a mental illness. It's the equivalent of telling someone with depression to "snap out of it".

If I had to give up the career I wanted (and am currently trying to get into), I would be devastated. However, "being an adult" sometimes requires tough choices. Being an adult just plain stinks sometimes. How did you come to the decision to change career tracks? I'm sure you thought it all out and made an educated decision. Doesn't make it easier. Have you considered that maybe this IS just a rough patch?

No matter what you decide, I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. Things happen for a reason, even though we don't know why at the time.