Rain pours down from the sky as you sit in your room staring blankly at the ceiling. The stress of finals, projects, and five million other things race across your mind. Occasionally the stress goes away when your mind drifts off to something else, yet always drifting back to the stress of everything. The last few weeks of the semester bring anxiety that ravages your mind and body. You bite your nails, sleep (but not feel rested), and curl up into a ball wishing for it all to end, wishing that you could go home and forget about school for a while. Every semester it is the same; you know finals week is coming all semester, yet it sneaks up on you always. There are things you could be doing to prepare for the tests that come running at you like a battering ram, but you sit down and do nothing. You do nothing in hopes that the stress will go away because every time you try and do something productive it only makes the stress worse.
On this gloomy day, the stress and anxieties that have built up over the semester are all the more present. You lounge about your room in a state of dysphoria as the world seems to be crashing down on you. In a way, your mind leaves your body. It leaves your body in such a way that you are left with nothing but a blank stare and an empty shell. Silence surrounds you like shadows. You think of nothing. You only stare. When your mind finally comes back to your body, you are left in a worse state than before. You are left in a state of panic as you realize you have many things to do in order to ensure that you do not leave the semester a failure.
Even so, you plan to wait until the next day in hopes that tomorrow will be better. In fact, you know tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better because any day can be better than this one. Any other day. Just not today. Today, the stress has become too real. The stress has entrapped you. The stress has placed you in a trance that you cannot possibly be rescued from. The stress has become a monster looming over your shoulder, teeth bared and ready to chomp down on your mind as the weight of the semester hangs over your body as if it were a pendulum.
However, tomorrow...tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow you will go to class and be productive. Tomorrow you will be more awake than you have been all week. Tomorrow you will put on your armor and pick up your sword. Tomorrow you strike back against stress. Tomorrow you will be triumphant and with this triumph, you will crush your finals, projects, and anything else that stands in your way. You will emerge victorious in this battle; stress will trudge back into its hole.
Your thoughts snap back into thoughts of today, and the rain pours ever on.
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