I have been holding back tears all week. I found out Monday that I’m graduating a semester sooner than I originally thought. All of the failed exams. All of the nights crying myself to sleep because I couldn’t study or think straight. All the mornings or nights where I would scream into my pillow out of pure rage and mental instability I caused myself by retaining the amount of information I knew I just couldn’t. All of the times when I asked myself why couldn’t I just be normal. All the hardship and nights where I literally didn’t think I could continue living. All the years I pushed off actually getting diagnosed and medicated.
I beat it all.
I did it.
I finally made it.
