This semester at HCC has been one of the most challenging yet transformative experiences of my life. When the semester began, I was already battling depression, a silent fight that made even the simplest tasks feel overwhelming. As the weeks went on, the pressure of assignments and exams caught up with me. I failed several classes, and each setback felt like a heavy weight pulling me down further. On top of everything, my bank account was constantly in the negative, adding financial stress to an already difficult situation. At times, it felt like everything was falling apart.

However, despite the darkness, I found small sparks of hope that kept me moving forward. I leaned on the few friends I made, who encouraged me not to give up. I sought help when I needed it, talking to counselors and professors who were more understanding than I expected. I realized that failure was not the end—it was just a part of my journey. Slowly, I started finding joy even in the smallest victories, whether it was passing a test I thought I would fail or having a good day after a string of bad ones.

In the end, my journey this semester was not just about survival—it was about growth. I learned that strength does not come from always winning; it comes from getting back up after your fall. As difficult as this semester was, it was also surprisingly fun. I made memories with classmates, discovered passions I did not know I had, and learned more about myself than I ever could have imagined. Looking back, I am proud of how far I have come. The storms I weathered at HCC have shaped me into a stronger, more determined person—and this is only the beginning.