If stress burned calories, I’d be a supermodel by now.
But since it doesn’t (unfortunately), I’ve learned to manage it before I transform into a walking headache. Here’s my extremely professional guide to not losing my mind:

1. I Break Things Into Tiny Pieces (Because My Brain Refuses Otherwise)

When I see a huge assignment, my brain says: “Okay bye.”
So I trick it.

Not: “Study computer science chapter 1–8.”
Absolutely not.

Instead:

  • Read ONE page

  • Highlight ONE thing

  • Write maybe TWO lines (if I feel alive)

Suddenly it feels doable, and I feel like a productivity legend.

2. I Take Mini Breaks Before My Brain Starts Smoking

When my stress levels hit “overheating laptop” mode, I stop.
My break options:

  • Make tea

  • Walk around like a confused NPC

  • Talk to someone (while pretending I’m fine)

One tiny break and boom — I’m back from the dead.

3. I Sleep (Yes, Actually Sleep)

I used to believe I could survive on vibes and 4 hours of sleep.
Spoiler: I cannot.

Sleeping is basically my “restart the system” button.
After a good sleep, everything feels less like a disaster movie.

4. I Write Things Down Before My Brain Explodes

Keeping everything in my mind = guaranteed mental chaos.
So I write down:

  • Tasks

  • Deadlines

  • Thoughts

  • My entire life crisis

It clears my head instantly. 10/10. Highly recommend.

5. I Chill Without Feeling Guilty (Or I Try To)

Sometimes the best way to deal with stress is to pretend stress doesn’t exist.

I let myself:

  • Read

  • Scroll memes

  • Talk to cousins

  • Stare at the wall like a philosophical potato

Relaxing is not optional. Relaxing is survival.

6. I Talk to Someone Before the Meltdown Begins

Sometimes I just need to rant like:
“I HAVE SIX THINGS TO DO, TWO PLOTS TO UNDERSTAND, AND ZERO BRAIN CELLS.”

And magically… I feel better.
Talking helps. Even if the other person says nothing except “same.”

7. I Remind Myself: This Is Temporary (Even When It Feels Like Doom)

Every exam, every assignment, every stress attack feels like the end of humanity…
until it’s over.

So I tell myself:
“This won’t matter in a week.”

It usually calms me down. Or at least stops me from dramatic-crying.

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