During the begging year of covid I had finals. The stress of personal life mixed with bad finals, bad teachers, being online, and adjusting to everything added up to a ton of stress. I was studying all day every day, finishing assignments, projects, and never took breaks. I barely ate and never really left my room. I had a short story I had to write which always turns out very bad for my mental health because it sparks my OCD so my perfectionism kicks in. This means that finishing one page would take me hours and I had to write 20. on top of that I find it draining to write and I was already running on empty. I had a huge math project that was worth a lot of my grade I didn't understand, and I had a really bad teacher that year, so I didn't understand the assignment or the material. my friends didn't know how to do it and they didn't care my parents didn't either and my teachers sucked and wouldn't help me. I felt completely alone. It ended up getting so bad I had to distance myself from my house because being too close to my computer would physically hurt. I would drive to beaches and walk on peers for like 20 minutes to try to destress. It took a week for me to break. My breakdown lasted 2 days and in the 48 hours I gained an anxiety disorder. I am still trying to deal with the aftereffects from that a year or two later.