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.