I was extremely depressed for 3 semesters at an extremely prestigious school (talking upper Ivy League, here). I told my parents that I simply could not take it anymore, the academics were good I guess but the atmosphere was horrible and I was in total social isolation. They were very supportive.
I took a semester off to figure out what the hell I wanted to do. I worked for a bit (I'm an SAT teacher), made some money, recovered, went to therapy, changed medicines, and transferred schools. Now I'm in New York, and although I still am wrestling with some significant problems, I am WORLDS away from the black pit of despair I was in at my old school.
The bottom line is that hopefully your parents will understand you need to do what you need to do. Don't worry about what everyone else will think, screw them. You should go back to some school if you think you can stomach it because of the doors it opens, but in the meantime, who cares what the peanut gallery will say?
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