Sunday is obviously the last day of the weekend. If you’re not a fan of your job, then you’re going to dread heading to work on Monday morning.
Also, to combat my anxiety I have to stay a busy person. Idle time makes my mind wander and therefore anxiety kicks in because I start thinking of things I have absolutely NO control over. There are weekends, like this weekend, where I feel like I’ve done absolutely NOTHING this weekend.
Yes, I went for an 18 mile run yesterday. Yes, I went to Keys on Main last night. But, I didn’t have alot of social interaction with people. Keys on Main has become my home away from home, so going there isn’t like going out and doing something. It’s hard to explain. I go there to listen to the music and drink beer. I don’t have alot of social interaction while I’m there.
After my run yesterday, I went home and took a nap, then I went and ran errands and paid bills and bought new running shoes. I just don’t feel like I’ve done anything fun, or noteworthy or exciting this weekend, therefore, at 6:30 p.m. on a Sunday night, my anxiety comes on.
The rough thing is, my parents don’t understand this type of anxiety. They are perfectly content to sit home and do absolutely nothing. I can’t do that or I will go NUTS!!!
I’m just very frustrated tonight.