I cried for over half an hour to a stranger (one of the nurses at my school) today. She said back to me a bunch of reassuring metaphors and wrote me a few notes for my professors.
This stress is killing me. I pulled an all-nighter a couple of nights ago, crashed for fourteen hours last night, and woke up feeling just as tired, coughing up phlegm with blood in it. I have so much anxiety from everything I have to do that I feel like the air is crushing me. I’m being crushed.
I only have an hour and a half before I have to send in a draft of my personal statement for review, but I needed to write this.
