In a week, I will begin my last semester as an undergraduate student.

I am taking my last three classes to graduate with bachelors in chemistry.

A degree that not only help me further my dreams of becoming a doctor, but the thoughts that I’ve conquered something.

I have accomplished something.

I have finished college.

I have finished college and manage my bipolar disorder.

I have succeeded.

Not academically, but emotionally.

I am stronger than ever before and I’m ready.

I’m ready to take this to the next step.