Every Sunday night, my stomach starts to knot up. Mondays feel like someone pressed the reset button on stress. I’ve learned it’s not just about work — it’s about losing that weekend version of me.
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Every Sunday night, my stomach starts to knot up. Mondays feel like someone pressed the reset button on stress. I’ve learned it’s not just about work — it’s about losing that weekend version of me.
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Honestly? Because weekends are the only time we feel like ourselves. On Monday, the mask goes back on — work face, dad face, provider face. It’s like we time-travel from Sunday peace to Monday pressure. I used to dread Mondays so much I’d get stomach aches on Sunday nights. Now, I make Sunday evening about me — my music, my beer, my moment. It helps. Not a cure, but a band-aid that actually sticks.