08/05/2024 Anxiety
Last week, I caught a cold which is now progressing into the flu. Consequently, I was very lazy and spent most of the time in bed, supposedly "taking care of my body," though I was well aware that I should be preparing for my upcoming semester tests. Today was no exception. I woke up at 7 in the morning, only to fall asleep again and wake up at 11. I had a slow start to my day and only sat in front of my books at 14:00. At 17:00, I decided to take a shower, and after that, as I sat on my bed, it seemed to stare back at me deceivingly, luring me to go to sleep. Fortunately, something drove me to sit in front of my books again. As the night progressed, I became more and more anxious, facing the scary reality of the amount of work I still needed to learn and grasp in time for next week’s tests. At 22:45, I felt a panic attack coming on, so I quickly closed my books and began to pray silently as a packed up my things to go to bed. Usually, I would go to bed and watch series until