How you shouldn't deal with stress

The past few weeks have been horrifying; exams, papers and homework were piling up. You could almost cut the tension in the air with a knife. Students spent more time in university than at home. Basically everyone has been telling me how tired, exhausted and busy they are. Yet, I still had the feeling that I was feeling particularly fed up.

I have been struggling lately, struggling really hard to keep my composure and not to go nuts. It seems impossible to keep a balanced equilibrium in my life. On the one hand, I want to achieve as much as possible, whereas on the other, I’d love to have a day off for once. The only problem is that I won’t let myself. Resting on my laurels is not an option as I don’t even have the feeling that I possess any. No idea, when I started to become so ambitious, but sometimes I really feel like seeing a shrink, just to get an explanation for my ridiculous behavior. Also, even when the immense workload really bothers me, I still swallow the bitter pill, though I might already be on the verge of beating the daylights out of somebody. Of course, I’d never do that (without valid reason at least) and consequently I’m stuck with being mad at myself. Angrily, I blame all kinds of mistakes and failures on myself, because obviously I am the only one there is to blame if something goes wrong as I’m the one who screwed up. Sadly, that doesn’t help at all and I just end up feeling more frustrated and miserable.

This post is not supposed to arouse your pity or even attention, but could simply be seen as a lousy excuse for why I have not been blogging recently. To be honest, I really couldn’t find the strength to write a decent post that would be interesting or pleasant for readers because of the sucky mood I was in. Moreover, it might be an explanation to all of the people I could have possibly offended by being taciturn or snippy. My apologies, especially to Mum and Dad. I never meant to have that many blowups. That’s another reason why I’m not too sure about getting children. 

Above all, my words are supposed to serve as a bad example of how not to go about things. Don't be too hard on yourself and try to lift some weight off your mind. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and as Christmas is approaching with big steps, my spirits have finally lifted. Only three weeks to go, guys. Yes, we can! I wish you all success and lots of luck!

PS.: The next post will not be attention-whorish – no worries, I promise.