I still think I was meant to become a clinical psychologist
I genuinely feel like I could’ve been a good clinical psychologist.
When I was in 12th grade, for the first time in my life, I was completely sure about what I wanted to become. I didn’t want to do BBA, I never really saw myself in business or corporate fields. I wanted to study psychology, especially clinical psychology. I was deeply interested in understanding people, emotions, behavior, mental health — everything about it felt meaningful to me.
But my father pushed me into BBA, and now I’m doing it even though my heart was never really in it.
The weird thing is that even after all this time, I still think about that version of my life. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve actually been happier or better suited there. I feel kind of stuck between accepting the path I’m on and grieving the one I actually wanted.
Did anyone else end up in a completely different career because of family pressure? And if yes, did you ever find your way back to what you originally wanted?