Help I have Sunday evening anxiety weekends go so fast and weeks so slow.
Yes I moaning again I know may seem like this is all I do.
But honestly I flipping hate Mondays.
People say its a chance to start a fresh week how so what will always be will always remain the same I say.
Im not a live for the weekend kind of person I rarely go out these days.
Gone are the days of 6am going home time after a cheap night in Chicago`s in Walsall whilst your sisters been throwing up some poor lads shoes and riding around Morrisons car park in a shopping trolley.
Or last minute holidays to Greece 🇬🇷 with my big sister managing to wake up half the hotel beacuse I thought there was a giant crab in the pool which turned out to be a pool cleaner.
Yes I was a little drunk and maybe over excited.
I’m mostly happy now with gin in the fridge and flat shoes home by 11pm sometimes the stacie at 20 comes out occasionally but takes about 2 weeks to recover after it.
I kinda miss my youth where making mistakes was expected of us.
Now have to do this going to work the rest of my life lark and it’s pretty pants.
Monday morning dread is the worst though you go to bed early on a Sunday thinking I will try be asleep by 10pm nope your up still by 1am googling stuff like package holidays and why is my cat moaning all the time.
Brain please sleep you need to be fully alert for what ever Monday throws at you and normally it throws more like a
Yep that’s the reality.
At the moment I’m trying bed time tea to stop my anxiety before bed.
My last thoughts of the day are always the same and they do say what and who you think of before bed is where your heart is.
Well back to this tea it did help first few nights but now it’s more like a punishment only way I can discribe it tastes like dandelion and some nasty weed that grows on the worst part of the garden.
It’s not the best 🤮
At the moment I’m not on any medication for anxiety I personally am trying to manage it on my own.
Me being me won’t have much help I don’t need it worst people in world than me that need NHS help.
My mum calls it me being stubborn but unfortunately that’s one of my bad traits.
So I go into Monday thinking what on earth with this week bring.
I will smile at work and bring our my alter ego called Betty she’s nothing like stacie she’s polite she’s happy she’s helpful and she doesn’t moan.
See nothing like me 😊
I hope where ever you are in the world you have a good week if not you can just sit by me and we can moan together.
Peace out ✌️✌️❤️.