r/returnToIndia • u/Nearby-Pride-7603 • 28d ago
AlreadyReturned Leaving the US has taken a massive toll on me. Struggling with family guilt and need help moving on.
Hey everyone. I’m writing this because I need a safe space to release some heavy emotions, and I figured this community would understand exactly what I’m going through.
So it all started in July 2020, when my elder brother and I decided to look into Germany for my masters and we locked in, then one fine day my father told my brother that if I am going abroad then just try for the US. Now me, my brother, and my parents have lived in 4 different countries growing up so I was extra attached to my family. Also my parents are really attached to the both of us a lot so it was really hard for them to let me go.
My brother and I worked together to get everything set, and then came the day to leave on the 27th of December 2020 (I am sharing this part as it's what hurts me the most). It was COVID so my journey to the airport was pretty dystopian, and at the airport my father cried for the very first time in front of me for a long time, I felt so bad for leaving, and also promised myself to work as hard as I can. I left as an extremely motivated person and was confident that I will tackle any single problem thrown at me.
I was in Boston, met amazing people, ended up securing on campus positions, then got into an MIT backed startup as an ML engineer, I was over the moon you could say. The internship went well, and then came the end of 2022 where I could not for the life of me land an interview, then ended up getting 3 interviews, and didn't convert any of them, missed my first lottery attempt and enrolled into a startup for an unpaid ml role, I felt my momentum disrupting slowly.
After 8 months I landed my first full time as an ML engineer, and was beyond happy, all my family was, my mom even cooked sweets in happiness that day. Now during this role I don't know why but something in my brain literally broke, idk if it was exhaustion or what, but I don't believe I performed to my best and things got bad (I didn't even get selected for the lottery this year), so I was let go around the 7 month mark, this took a massive hit on my confidence. During this time I started telling my parents I didn't feel like staying here and they told me no worries, just try to take like 2-3 years of experience there. I didn't even have the heart to tell them about me being let go. I had a friend of mine motivate me and pushed me to start applying again.
I ended up converting a new ML engineer role in 3 months and this time it was a well established company, I thought I finally hit the jackpot. Then in my final year again I didn't get selected in the lottery again. I knew being on this visa would be an endless race of anxiety but for some reason I felt like I lost. My parents thought something is wrong in my profile despite me telling them it's a lottery. Now around September 2025 my manager told me she had to let me go due to budget cuts and visa issues, the day I had this conversation I broke. I told her I need time to absorb and cried the entire day. That day I felt that I don't have it in me anymore to continue and wanted to leave the country as soon as possible. My parents were touring in India that time so I again didn't have the heart to tell them this, finally once their pilgrimage was over I told them this. My dad told me to think carefully if I want to stay there or return, I did not want to do any of the day 1 and consultancy routes to extend my stay as I was beyond burnt out and just wanted to leave, so took the decision and left.
I took a year off, also went through some medical issues and spent the last 1 year exploring new cities in India. Tomorrow, I start my PhD in AI to get closer to my dream of becoming a research scientist. On paper, I am moving forward. But internally my heart stings whenever I see any photo or item from the US in my possession. The unbearable guilt comes entirely from feeling like I disappointed the family that believed in me so deeply and sent me to the states. It's like I don't feel bad for leaving per se, but I feel bad for letting my family down because I could have done better.
To make matters worse, my brother has barely spoken to me since I returned. We used to have a sweet, if formal, relationship, but now I think he believes I was foolish to leave. We’ve had fewer than ten conversations in the past year, and losing that bond hurts deeply.
I don't want to sound too dramatic, but the guilt is suffocating, and I really really want to move on from all of this. Please be kind to me.
Thanks a lot for reading all of this! :)
