Is it just me or has Sunday evening become its own specific kind of awful. It's not that anything happens. The kids are doing their thing, the week ahead is fine on paper, nothing is actually wrong. But around 5pm there's this low hum of anxiety that I genuinely cannot explain. It used to be just Sunday-before-a-big-week dread. Now it shows up every week, big or small. I've started writing it down because I want to see if it's connected to sleep or where I am in my cycle or just... life. Honestly not sure yet. Partner thinks I'm overthinking it, which is helpful 🙄 Anyone else get this? Just want to know I'm not inventing it. x