Early stages of math anxiety

So, I've been wanting to start writing again lately, but as I am not consumed with emotional angst and indecision, I mostly just drift off into shopping for used furniture on craigslist or searching for humorous gif images on reddit. Also, I just began studying for the math portion of the GRE yesterday, so now I will have the opportunity to regularly castigate myself for not spending enough time on studying.

What is enough time to study for the GRE though? I have, for most of July and August, studied the vocabulary section intermittently. I am learning new words, like "coven" which was very helpful for me while reading Interview with the Vampire last week. I feel more comfortable writing incredibly rigid and uninspired prose in essay format than I did in June, but I have to admit there is a 50% chance that I will still choke once I get to the essay section. The joke's on me for cheating my way through middle/high school isn't it? Anyway, the vocab section is totally within my grasp when it comes down to it....it's the math part that I'm really questioning at this point.

I know that I was able to perform basic math for a lengthy period of time during my adolescence. I took calculus...I got a 3 on my AP test. Clearly, math is within my grasp. But where is all that math knowledge? Have I really replaced it with an encyclopedic knowledge of inexpensive yet refreshing microbrews? Or is it just buried somewhere along with other seemingly irrelevant and tiresome information such as "The key component of chlorophyll is magnesium," and "Actually, the new kid you have a crush on is pretty convinced you're a lesbian."

I'd like to think that with a reasonable amount of effort, I can make this happen. However there is the fact that after 20 minutes of attempting math problems on Sunday I completely passed out in a little ball on my bed, totally exhausted and unable to focus on the workbook pages in front of me. There was even that line of ink trailing thinner and more erratically down the page. It was like when I went to see the Little Mermaid when I was a kid, and when I got back all I wanted to do was sing and dance to Little Mermaid songs with my stuffed animals, but my mom made me pick up the toys in the basement. And so I cried and cried and eventually fell asleep on the cement floor in a similar little ball...a toy truck filled with spider eggs having pushed me past the limits of my sanity.

I am older now though, and I want to pass this test for my own reasons...not because I'm being told to do it. Surely that extra modicum of free will can assist me in blocking out what has become a progressively more unproductive and irrelevant inner monologue. After all, what is the point of rolling your eyes and scornfully declaring something to be "a gross oversimplification of the meaning of pernicious?" The conversation between myself and the editors of the GRE is not ever going to transpire, so it's time to just man up and help Edward get from Point A to Point B as quickly as possible.