I apologize for my lack of posts for the past month. My professors have a tendency to pack all the exams at the beginning of the month and then I lose track of the times I need to submit entries in. 

On the brighter side, I am four weeks away from graduation.

May 30th.

I graduate with a chemistry degree.

At the moment, I’m in a difficult situation, where I am trying to manage to pass my classes.

Duration of the semester, I relapsed into a manic state where my thoughts were disproportional, my focus was scattered and I just couldn’t study at all.

Spring Break was a let out and my manic state went free.

Then classes resumed and I just failed my exams one after another.

But you know what?

I’m so close to graduating, I am going to stick by them and not lose hope.

If I get a D, let it be.

Because at the end of the day, I’m still a graduate

I still managed to go back to college a few weeks after I was hospitalized for attempted suicide.

I still managed to go back to college in the peaks of my diagnosis process with bipolar disorder.

I still managed to go back to college when no one else thought I’d ever finish college because I have a mental illness.

So in four weeks

I will walk down that aisle.

Not only as a chemistry graduate…

But as person with a chronic mental illness who managed to completely her undergraduate.

My diploma holds more than just my education background, it holds onto what I’ve thrived the most.

Accomplishment.