Finals week is incredibly stressful. For even the sanest, it is socially acceptable to have a nervous breakdown at some point.
This is an article for my fellow anxious sisters. The certifiably uptight. The always-on-the-edge-of-a-breakdown gal. I get your pain, but the rest of the world does not. Here’s a set of truths of what happens when we try to survive finals.
Although studying is your number one worry, you’re also constantly checking to make sure your prescribed bottle of Xanax is within arms reach.
While everyone is packing on the pounds, you’re avoiding eating all together because you WILL throw up at some point.
While you cannot sleep at night, you have no problem sleeping in the library… maybe the knowledge will just soak in.
Your computer history alternates between Learn@UW and cat videos on YouTube because you once read somewhere that the sound of cats purring help to reduce stress.
The amount of essential oils, salt rocks and low lighting that inhabit your living room, could be enough to decorate a psychic’s office.
You finally make it through your first of FIVE (what the $*%& is this!?) finals and your roommates want to know how you did!! But…
After becoming so inexplicably anxious, you decide to study in the law library for a while… might as well start considering wealthy husbands.
While everyone else winds down with a glass of wine after a stressful exam, you’re stuck sipping on your ginger ale to avoid vomiting further, or having your stomach pumped… alcohol and Lexapro don’t exactly mix well.
And there’s no way you can go to a study session; you’re SURE everyone is more prepared than you.
It’s gotten to the point where you intentially bomb a pretest to see how low of a grade you can get and still pass Chem 104.
Showers are optional because there’s a chance you might drown and miss an exam.
Don’t even bring up the topic of Scantron organization… what kind of professor puts the correct answer for the same letter two times in a row!?
Your boyfriend doesn’t respond to a text. You consider taking your relationship off of Facebook; you know he’s breaking up with you.
Your mother calls to chat and asks if you’ve had a chance to…………. *cue sobbing*
After consuming your entire body weight in chocolate the night before, you wake up feeling nauseous. You’re pregnant, for sure.
You lay in bed all day before your final in utter denial that it’s actually happening.
Take a deep breath and know that you can do this, Collegiettes! Check out the Anxiety and Depression Association of America for advice on how to get through these times of stress. Happy Finals-ing, Collegiettes!