I started my college career in 2005 and, uh, promptly lost my mind. That's when the diagnostic process started for me: back then, I knew that something was intrinsically wrong. And now?

I don't know why I'm doing this. My symptoms get worse when I'm stressed. Logically, I know that. They say Borderlines get better with age (much like fine wine). Technically, I'm doing what I want: I /wanted/ to major in History. I /want/ to ensure that the world doesn't forget WW2-era events, because we /don't/ need to forget what's happened. That's where my passion is. And three weeks into my first semester--my 4th college experience--I'm drowning. I want to stop. I don't want this. It's not...and you know what? My family didn't think that I should get more schooling after getting an AAS in Human Services. They thought that was enough. So, if I quit, they'll just say "I told you so", and I don't want to give them the chance...but every single alert signal is going off in my brain. I've tried telling my fiance, but he just says encouraging stuff. Keep going, you can do it. That might be true. It's true that at the end I might succeed, but right now? Right now I'm in that ocean, flailing, screaming, and nobody hears me.

Any thoughts on what I should do? because I feel screaming that I have a mental illness at everyone I know. =/