I dont know whats wrong with me

I’m feeling overwhelmed by life and I’m beginning to isolate myself from everyone who loves me. I’m an artist and I haven’t sketched anything in close to a year. I feel lonely and unfulfilled but though I’m not satisfied with how things are going, and I cant seem to muster the motivation to get things to improve. I don’t want to make some panicked self-diagnosis of the feelings I’m experiencing but I’m desperate for answers. If it helps to understand my situation, I’m a college student majoring in art, ultimately, I want to go to japan to draw Japanese manga. I’ve spent 3 years in college but I am nowhere near graduating because I spent most of that time flunking my classes which is uncharacteristic of me because I was a straight-“A” student in high school. I spent a year going to a university away from home and wound up completely flunking that year, suffering a mental breakdown because the school clinic neglected to taper my prednisone dosage after my skin broke out in seeping welts from an aggravated allergic reaction to the climate change. things picked up for a semester when I came back home and began attending a local state university where things were finally back to normal, I was acing my classes and gained some measure of my confidence back. However in the semester after that, I was back to flunking my classes. In the subsequent semester, I spent the majority of my time hacking through a brier patch of red tape to get back in track and had done well but trouble was soon to follow. during that semester I was not charged for the classes I added which disenrolled me from those classes. As a result, the following semester I was prohibited from enrolling in classes because the previous year I had disenrolled by default from those classes. As a result, a hold was placed on my account asking me to explain why I had disenrolled from those classes. By then it was too late to run around getting the requisite signatures and have since then been concealing the fact I have no classes from my parents. At this point my judgment is so clouded that I see myself reflected in every mental disorder I look up: bipolar disorder, clinical depression, and even sexual obsession. What makes it difficult is that most of the disorders I researched can be found in my family’s medical history. Please help me, I feel like I’m at my wit’s end…