Anxiety and Stress – Brendan Hoag Another day begins, Number six-thousand, five-hundred and ninety-two. Xerox my stresses from yesterday on through. It doesn’t matter when that project is due, Eventually, I’ll get it done by powering through. Then onto the next and the next, then the next and the next. Yes, please give me more, my mental health doesn’t protest. Another day begins, Number six-thousand, five-hundred and ninety-three Done with school, but still going for the degree. Since every day feels like the last, There’s no distinction between present and past. Really just living to work, and nothing less, Energy’s been sucked out, but must keep working for today. Students suffer under a state of constant stress, Silently working for a break that’s always three days away.
Drawing by: Abby Dlug 10
