Growing up, Mondays were great. I know, I know. What child loves a Monday? School was my safe place. I had friends there, I had great grades and had built relationships with teachers and counselors. Home was stressful. Between a narcissistic mother and a step-dad with a temper, I was in hell at home.
Now as an adult, Mondays are dreadful. After resting and blowing off responsibilities all weekend, I wake up riddled with anxiety. I should have done laundry. I should have cleaned. Why did I just lay around all weekend? Why didn't I leave my bed? I have a pile of clothing built up at the end of my bed. Clean, but not folded. I can't even remember how long its been there. I feel guilty, I should do more. But I just can't do it. I need to be rebooted.
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