I know I’m supposed to use this space to talk about the Oscars.
And I did watch them. I can talk all day about some questionable standards of diversity that Chris Rock promoted while still doing a great job, and I can talk about how cool it is that “Mad Max: Fury Road” won so many awards. I can really say a lot about Sam Smith undeservedly winning over Lady Gaga for Original Song.
But it feels like a lie to talk about the Oscars because I was not really present while watching them.
Since at least the beginning of 2016, I have been struggling. Paying attention, going to class, finishing homework and more have become difficult.
I don’t like being at my apartment because it stresses me out to be at the place where I need to try and get things done. I had a panic attack yesterday. I am exhausted 24/7.
While watching the Oscars, I didn’t really care who won or who lost. That is probably because I saw almost nothing that was nominated, but it’s also because I did not have the energy to care.
What I did care about was that Leonardo DiCaprio finally won an Oscar.
After six Oscar nominations spanning more than two decades, he did it.
Lately, everyone I’ve talked to has felt similarly to me. My roommate has approximately four tests and three papers coming up; my assistant editor had four tests last week, three this week and a paper seemingly every other night; my friends are tired and stressed out.