I just came out of an office. It was my last meeting with my academic adviser. She gave me this paper to congratulate me. I wanted to cry.
3 years. Over 100 weeks. Over 10,000 minutes of driving. Insurmountable sheets of homework. Over 1 million words used in essays. And, it all ends in one day, May 5. I’m graduating.
Crying does not even surpasses the heavy burden that I went through over these three years.
Did I really survived?
Did I just overcome the endless therapy sessions because of my mental illness?
Did I just overcome battling migraines while driving back home?
Did I just overcome finding ways to pay for my tuition fee?
Did I just overcome not doing homework because I was too depressed to do anything?
Did I just overcome not getting enough sleep because of traumatic nightmares?
Did I just overcome thinking about giving up on school?
Did I just overcome thinking about quitting life?
Did I just overcome one hellish journey?
Yes, I DID!
I wanted to cry, but my tears are already dry for the three years that I went through.
So, now, I will rejoice. I will be thankful. I will dance. I will jump for joy. I will smile. I will sing. I will shout. I will scream. I will yell. I will hug someone. I will pray.
It is done.
Time for my next journey.