I know I’m a litte obsessed with exams right know, but I’m in the middle of an important session and still freaking out. One of the worst parts is, being online, you have to wait for them to start by yourself. Usually chatting with classmates got me through those moments: I don’t have that now. This is how I feel:
Your chest is tight, you feel a suffocating pressure; this is anxiety.
Your breath is short, you try to return it to normal to no avail. The exam is in one hour, one short hour, but every second feels like an eternity.
Your hands are trembling, you’re agitated; pacing back and forth waiting for it to start. You feel panicked; you feel lost. You feel like no matter how hard you studied, you’re never going to pass.
Rationally, you know you probably will, but that probably is enough to send you into a spiral of dark thoughts.
You can’t stand waiting any longer, you just want to be done with it. You want the entire session to end; you wish you could snap your fingers and have this wish granted.
You can’t, and you know it. You have to fight, to endure until the end. No matters how anxious, no matter how agitated. No matter how much panick you feel.
Yours sincerely,
Dysfunctional Girl
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