The story of how I won

Winged Victory of Samothrace
This is the story of how I won. This is the story of how I spoke out against wrongdoing that sought to hurt me fundamentally as a human being. I overcame these struggles with the fearlessness that has been given to me. The world is full of moral ambiguities and existential horrors. Yet I made the right decisions at the right time in such a way that I found success and happiness.

I'm an Indian American Muslim male. During my junior year of college (at Indiana University-Bloomington), I was suffering from depression and anxiety, and I was also a physics-philosophy double-major with a pre-med track. I became interested in the purpose of a college education and doing research on the history/philosophy of education to find answers to questions I pondered such as: What is the purpose of volunteering/grades/extracurriculars/etc? Why do we learn the way we do? How do we use these classes to help us realize those things? I spoke w/philosophers, scientists, professors, and other professionals to gather information about these issues from them, too.
I tried starting a conversation among a premed club I was part of, but they retaliated against me. They isolated me, manipulated me, made lies about me, and reported me to the Dean that I was harassing them. They mostly did this out of their insecurities for those questions I was suggesting, but it was also because I was presenting well-researched, justified beliefs that contradicted theirs.
The Dean proceeded to criticize, interrupt, mock, and interrogate me with force. She said I was acting "bizarre" and called my story "twisted." She didn't give me a chance to defend myself. She'd laugh at me when I tried explaining how my friends were making up lies about me to silence me. She interrupted me in ways that I couldn't even finish what I was saying. I was traumatized. The University charged me with harassment and stalking. They left me off with a warning, but they made sure I'd start therapy (with a social worker who had no graduate training) so I could better myself. I had no choice but to blame myself for everything and agree with whatever the Dean told me.
That's when things got worse. I felt the pain, fear, anxiety, and distrust spreading into other parts of my life. Even when I tried doing positive things (like exercising and meditating) I felt the mocking voice of the Dean resonating in my head. I began sleeping 10-12 hrs/day, stopped praying and exercising, eating less healthy, going to class less, and lost sight in the purpose of my classes. It got to the point where I wasn't doing any studying and felt my blood boiling in my lectures. I had no idea what I was suffering from.
I couldn't do anything to defend myself because I feared repercussions and abuse from the Dean of Students. My friends didn't know how to help me so they isolated themselves from me. My professors watched as my grades dropped and I could barely will myself out of bed for the last two years of college. Not having answers to my questions of the purpose of a college education started taking its toll on me. And the toxicity of the environment around me towards me just made me scared of myself. I stopped being premed because I didn't see any value in the field if this was how things worked. I even couldn't finish my philosophy degree because, during senior year, I'd have flashbacks to the Dean every time I tried writing philosophy. I would break down in tears and fits of rage in which I couldn't do anything every time I tried writing.
My therapist (in hindsight) sucked. He just talked about superficial things (like social skills), didn't take notes, gave me a blank stare most of the time, and just tried to keep me out of trouble (instead of understanding me). He'd just say things like "Oh, people are idiots." He even believed in astrology. I never realized how terrible he was until now.
It's now been over a year since I graduated. I've spent the past year taking weekly therapy sessions (with a therapist with a PhD and decades of experience) out of my own will. This therapist is amazing (like a modern day Sigmund Freud) in how he gives detailed answers, speaks truthfully and with justification, and has amazing skills in rhetoric. I've spent the past 4 months emailing various university administrators and officials about my story. I went into great detail about how it affected me and mentioned (by name) the students and staff involved. 2 months ago I got off the phone with a senior investigator from the university. She said what I went through was egregiously wrong and should have never happened to anyone. She said they're going to require racial/religious bias training from the Dean and other staff members that were involved. And, best of all, the university now knows the individuals who did this to me and they said they'd take action against them. I told the investigator I didn't want anymore input.
sigh of relief
It took 3 years. But I finally got my voice heard and taken seriously from the university. I want to take a sigh of relief and say I'm fine now, but it's still going to take me a while to figure myself out. It's gonna take some visits to coffee shops and long walks.
But I've been eating well, exercising most days, studying philosophy and physics to my heart's content, and planning on going back to grad school soon.
I won. sigh... Let this be a victory for everything a university should stand for. Let the future be brighter for students who wish to learn and grow. The past is heavy, but the future is greater. And I will no longer be shackled by fear.
I want to extend my gratitude to everyone who supported me along the way. I want to thank my current therapist most of all. And thank you for reading this. It really means a lot to me.