. . . I think I must be the only person in the world who likes Monday mornings. The arrival of Monday morning means another Sunday has been and gone.
For as long as I can remember, Sundays have been somewhat nondescript. There’s nothing particularly bad or good about them, just a feeling of emptiness and numbness. I am a nine to five worker but I can’t even put this down to “anxiety about the week ahead” as I rely on the week’s activities to keep me distracted. And that’s how I try to deal with my Sundays, by keeping myself distracted.
Sometimes, though, that Sunday feeling starts to creep into every other day of the week…
All in all, my life is pretty good. I have friends, have a job, no physical health problems and no apparent reason to be unhappy. I have also struggled with depression since the age of seventeen. I am now twenty four years old and though I have both ups and downs, I am still looking for the best ways to help deal with the downs.
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