I used to love Sundays. Proper reset day, batch cooking, kids doing their thing, felt like I was getting ahead of the week. Now by about 5pm there's this low-level dread that I can't really explain. Nothing has gone wrong. The week ahead isn't even particularly bad. But something in my chest just tightens and I feel sort of... braced. Like I'm waiting for something. I've started wondering if it's hormonal or just the cumulative weight of everything. Probably both. My cycles have been all over the place this year and I've noticed the anxiety tends to cluster at certain points in the month, though I'm not tracking it carefully enough yet to be sure. Anyone else find the weekends harder than they used to be? x