In five years, I seen myself as a physician. This vision was a unrealistic a year ago. As a freshman, I had made countless poor decisions and experience tragic no one would ever want in their lives. I struggled to pass a g.e class and was haunted with nightmares from pre-med classes. Attending USC out of state came with its typical and unwanted struggles. By the time, I went home for summer break, I discovered the news my grandma took her life during my Spring Semester. In the midst of grief and despair, I develop the courage to overcome adversity. Within few weeks of sophomore year, my perspective of life change by taking occupational therapy classes. These classes help me realized engaging in meaningful, creative occupations was linked
