Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…
I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
It’s confusing, and anxiety-breeding, and I don’t know how people handle it all. It seems like only a week ago and I was complaining about how frustrating it was to have to wait nearly four months before the next legal hurdle, not knowing what was happening. Now, we’re just under a month, and we’re no…