My mom was 1 (either credit, class, or month, I'm not sure which) from getting her masters in Psychology. She was an absolute wreck, mentally and physically. Random strangers would ask if she was ok, she looked so ill. Finally, her sister said to her, "Go ahead, finish that diploma. We'll hang it above your sickly baby's crib." (she wasn't pregnant but planned on trying soon) My mom dropped out the next day, married my dad, had me, and never looked back.
So I guess the moral is, your health is more precious than a degree, if you're truly killing yourself over it, it's just not worth it.
So I guess the moral is, your health is more precious than a degree, if you're truly killing yourself over it, it's just not worth it.