Basically the same thing. I realised within about a month that engineering was not for me and that having a passing interest in something was not really good enough to justify doing a masters in it. I crushed it out of my mind for more than 3 years thinking that I just needed to get used to it. I despised the third year. I missed half my lectures and would cry myself to sleep every night at the thought of going back the next day. I barely passed the finals that year (i'm talking by 1% margins, no fucking idea how, I guess I cared about my reputation in my family too much) and psyched myself up for the final year thinking it would soon be over and I just had to bear it.

Final year starts and I am broken in 2 days, again crying anytime i'm not at university although I would tear up while I was there. I did try some therapy and some other stuff but it didn't work for me personally (I'm sure it helps others though). I have had to go to A&E twice in the past 2 years because I honestly thought I was having a heart attack, but no, just massive tension in my upper chest that makes it feel that way :/ still scares the fuck out of me when it happens.

Basically I transferred down to a Bachelor's (parents were super pissed, but more that I hid it from them than anything else) and spent the whole of this year just doing my dissertation/thesis whatever. I had no motivation or work ethic left and have barely kept up with this minimal amount of work. I just have to do a presentation on it in a week and then I AM SO FUCKING OUT OF THERE. FUCK ENGINEERING, FUCK THAT FUCKING SHIT.

I still don't know why I was doing a masters at first, still don't even know why I chose engineering. I have survived, but have left with fuck all confidence/motivation left and have no idea what i'm gonna do now. All I know is fuck engineering ;)