I think forgetting my seroquel last night had at least something to do with it, I've felt sick to my stomach all day.

I've been teary for the past few days but today was kind of the breaking point. I've been going to school part time since 09. Today, I figured out that if I bust my ass hard enough I will graduate at the end of the summer semester. I'm 30, I've attempted suicide on numerous occasions, I've self harmed, I've had to major change, I've delt with being 100% alone for a very long time. I never thought I would see this day even come close. And not even just plain graduate. Since I bumped up to full time the next, scratch that, LAST 3 semesters I'll make it to the deans list (assuming I continue with my typical fashion of only missing a couple points in each class and getting As)

I just wanted to share. I have a LONG 2 and a half semesters to get through but I'm 2 classes down from where I started 8 weeks ago and will be 3 more down in 8 more weeks. I have no one to watch me walk down the graduation asile or see me hold my diploma... But.. I'm close. Closer than I've ever been and I'm scared, panic attacking and crying but happy.

Thats all. Thanks for reading