I don't deal with stress. I let it consume my life and soul and mind and sometimes (all the time) I worry about it and am anxious and I'm never relaxed. So I'm a fun person to be around.
Confession time: I stress about things even though I know that I shouldn't. I'm self-aware. I know that it's obnoxious and gross but I do it anyway. I'm not entirely sure why, maybe some twisted part of my brain thinks it's fun to watch my brain mutate until it looks like a melted strawberry starburst. So if you're looking for stress management tips, I'm not the person to go to.
I don't manage stress, I ignore it. I put it in a little-bitty box (maybe box isn't the best word; think more like a bunker) in my head. But this box is hard to ignore. So I bury it in Netflix and Buzzfeed and food. Super healthy.
On the rare occasions where I'm in a high stress environment with no way to escape (a mental Alcatraz, if you will), I usually don't remember what happens. Take for instance, what happened yesterday. I was asked to speak to a group of probably between 300-500 ppl (I'm not good at estimating). It was a short speech, no big deal, but I only had 15 minutes to think about what to say, and when I got up there, my mouth was moving and words were happening but my mind was white. Actually, it was more like the dream sequence in Dumbo. But I don't really remember what I said. Same goes for the physics final last semester. Don't remember any of the questions. Just stress.
I'm unhelpful. Sorry.
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