On Monday, after many years of hard work, I graduated with my Bachelor of Arts, with a double major in Sociology and Cultural Studies. I finished with a GPA of 3.9/4. I received the R W Connell Prize for Sociology, a Faculty of Arts Highest Achiever Commendation and 8 Highest Achiever in a Unit of Study awards. I am one of the first on my mums side to obtain a degree, and the first on my dads side. During all of this, I was working part-time. I was the president of a student organisation called Effective Altruism, participated in an extra-curricular GLP program and volunteered over a hundred hours, overseas and locally. I have now obtained a research assistant position at a prestigious university, and am about to begin one-on-one tutoring with Indigenous students. I’ve also started my Masters degree, with partial scholarship. - It sounds like I am bragging and I guess in a way, I am. But I figure if I spend 90% of my time being critical of myself (which I do), I should also acknowledge how much I have accomplished and achieved. I’ve earned the right to be proud about this. Furthermore, it is significant for me to acknowledge how far I have come. I never thought anything like this was possible. I did poorly in high school. I believed I was stupid and lazy and unmotivated, but I was actually just mentally ill. And I still am mentally Ill, but I’ve come a long way and slowly but surely I have become better at managing my mental health in order to try and achieve my goals. - This all sounds so positive, but the truth is, I’m extremely depressed to the point where I feel incapacitated. I have an essay looming over me and just don’t have the will to to start it. And so I guess I’m posting this to remind myself of my own capability and in a last ditch effort to calm and motivate myself.