It was like a recurring nightmare—a cycle of anxiety. Because I couldn’t focus, I had to stay up late in an attempt to get my assignments done. And because I had to stay up late, I lost my opportune moments to sleep, which would leave me miserable and—surprise, surprise—unable to focus because I wasn’t able to recharge for the next day.
The longer the cycle went on, the more my grades suffered. And the more my grades suffered, the more my anxiety and stress developed because I couldn’t stop feeling like a failure. And the more my anxiety and stress developed, the more my health declined, which affected my ability to socialize, even virtually, which put me into various bouts of depression.