I used to think making a study timetable would save me. I bought highlighters, drew neat grids, color-coded every class. It felt like control—like if I just planned hard enough, I could outrun the panic. But the truth is, the timetable became another thing to fail at. Every time I missed a block, every time I started late or skipped a task, it felt like proof I wasn’t cut out for this. I’d stare at the empty squares and wonder how other people made it look so easy. I’d tell myself, just get through this week, this exam, this semester. Then I’d be okay. But the weeks stacked up. The breaks I scheduled turned into guilt. The more I tried to optimize, the more I felt like I was falling behind. I started to hate the sight of my own handwriting. I stopped calling my friends back. I stopped sleeping. No one tells you that organizing your time doesn’t fix the fear. It just gives it a new shape. I don’t know if I ever unlocked my potential. Mostly, I just learned how to hide how tired I was. #Education #AcademicBurnout #CollegeReality